"But who knows what happens behind these determined illusions of life? Slowly and quite unknowingly we are carving our path that takes us to that elusive valley where our dreams shine fulfilled. Gently wandering in the ethers are our thoughts about to become. Hidden around the corner of a little time is that quietly meandering river and our rendezvous with destiny. The skies are wide open with our hopes of a sunny day, waiting for only a smile of acknowledgement, a trustful surrender to some playful wind. An abandonment, to allow our miracles to take place. For a very long time now, love has felt like an illusion, an ephemeral dream that always turned into a nightmare, fleeting at best. For ages, we have vacillated between the opposite extremes of repressed purity and wanton vulgarity, never finding the joy in between. The true lover always remained a dream or a painful memory. We always got carried away by the imperfect object of our perfected love. It was not deep enough to withstand the cruel forces, forces very much within us, the ones who did not know. This time we are going all the way. This time our awareness might be broader. But then, we may have to leave someone or something behind. Those treasured moments cannot be played back like a videotape. It happens, and one moves on, just a little enchanted, just a little surprised at the strangeness of it all."