Someday, when you are running to the train station, or when, you are strolling in the park, lazily, looking at the falling leaf, coming down from the blue sky, you will notice another pair of eyes, and you will wonder,
if …
enjoyment
has yet another dimension with an unacquainted pair of eyes, then you will also ponder, whether we are moved by the forces of pleasure and profit alone, or whether we are driven by that illogical, undiscoverable, magical feeling inside us.
In either case, we are moved, and we take action, we perform to discover the mystery of intimacy, through our tears, our sweat, our flesh …
We are no longer there where we started from
and we will always search that starting point again.