Céline: Yeah, but I had worked for this older man, and once he told me that he had spent all of his life thinking about his career and his work, and... he was 52 and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one, and nothing. He was almost crying saying that. You know, I believe if there's any kind of God, it wouldn't be in any of us. Not you, or me... but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something (sigh). I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but... who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.

(They both stare for a while, and then half-sigh, half-laugh)



Hi,

a moment consists of a Hi, Bye and everything in between.


and everything in between is divine.
that little distance in between;

that little gaze that cannot penetrate deep enough,
lingering long to just meet the gaze of the other,
slowly coming into a gentle whispering of the eyes,
as if to say, 'I know you'.

as if to blink in a second, reaching out through invisible means,
to speak what words fail to express,
within a space between two, where an infinite moment shared could, in an instant,
spark the life that comes after.
only between two, that creates the third; the possibility of the third.
every second of that meeting.

whether it is the first breath of a newborn,
or the last moments of a man on gallows,
the gaze never leaves us,
as if to learn to know us.

so,
to those who shared with me those little, precious moments together,
when I said hi and bye, lived and died,
we know each other.

Yours,
Other than yourself.

Bye.