It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone. Just as it’s not enough for flowers to have pistils and stamens, an insect or a breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen. Life contains its own absence, which only an Other can fulfill.
It seems the world is a summation of Others. And yet, we neither know nor are told that we will fulfill each other. We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other. Or at times, allowed to find the Other’s presence disagreeable. Why is it, that the world is constructed so loosely?
A horsefly, bathed in light, flies in close to a blooming flower. I, too, might have been someone’s horsefly. Perhaps you, too, had once been my breeze.
About Me
- Bryan Adam
- Bryan is an English major at the University of Iowa, also dabbling in Spanish, Japanese, and Turkish.