Communication manifests itself in a variety of forms. I believe it to be dangerous to attempt to qualify these forms as more or less real, or as more or less meaningful. My recent correspondance with a beautiful young lady has sparked a personal renaissance in my life that cannot be devalued in my own estimation. She dispells my insecurities with her kindness and unlimited selflessness. Sometimes sports journalists write of exceptional athletes that have an unnatural ability to perform above and beyond what we believe to be capable of a human being. However, the athletes that transcend their sports are the ones who act as a catalyst for the potential around them. This woman that I write of is my transcendent muse. She elicits a creativity in me that sometimes I forget that I possess. We bounce off each other like ten cent super bouncy balls. When I'm on the phone with her I feel electric and exceptional. The effect she has on me has not been nurtured by her hand brushing my skin or the look I see in her eyes, because I haven't experienced those pleasures yet. Part of me feels a tingling in my nerves like the anticpation of a roller coaster drop at the thought of meeting her in person. Am I being naive or am I adapting to the mechanisms of technology that are perverting our traditional sense of communication. Let other people judge me and how I feel about her, but I don't care. I love her. I love you.
