September 3 2003

It is our enemy.
It sets us apart, keeps us apart.
It is a place, the place where neither you nor I can ever be.
It diminishes when I touch you and seemingly disappears when I hold you.
It grows when I leave you and swells when I make you cry.
It is infinitesimal when you are out of reach and sight.
It is not an evil thing.
It is not there to hurt us.
It is there to remind us, for us to see the distance.
To traverse it is a profound and enormous journey, to reach its end a triumph.
But the end is and will never be in sight.
Because there is no end, only two beginnings that come together in between.
It is an infinity between two points.
The air we breathe floats through it. The sounds we make pierce it.
It is intangible but it is there.