Without the idolatry of
I wouldn’t have found
the grandeur of
For some it’s the conversation.
For others it’s the mere presence.
And for others more, the physical chemistry is unifying.
Whatever the myriad of reasons may be, there is a person that has the ability to keep us awake and alert, pandering to whatever it is they say, do, feel or imbue.
Am I a narcissist for longing not for another human but for the paralysis of life at night where I can converse with myself and distil my thoughts?