PARALLEL LINES

This paints a terrifying picture for me of running and running and never managing to communicate, when I feel I have communicated, albeit in my own way and not perhaps fully knowing the all of the other. This is frightening as if on metal railway lines screeching and screaming to eternity in a most terrible noise of non-understanding and negativity. This is frightening. I may need you to explain it a little more to enable me to grasp the meaning in another way. There is a lot of truth in what you say, some people never ponder what the other is really thinking or means with life, they just go on living their routine of the everyday never having tasted the joy of being understood and loved for what one is. That must be the bliss of life when it is achieved totally. I do believe some do. Anna dalla Norvegia.

There are exceptions and when there is no effort to make an impression or be something that one isn't, then there can be real intimacy and close understanding I feel, but then both must feel the same, or there is this division. Relieved your Annuccia

I say it for fun, I took a photograph of it too!!!!. We women are lateral thinkers (Edward de Bono) going off at tangents in conversations giving all present the opportunity to see things from different seemingly absurd angles, this sometimes leads to a surprise in understanding, working together to find an answer to a problem. The Chinese had a round table in their government and strove to come to a common decision that would hold as the best for the time being, whereas the West, eg: Britain with its house divided into for and against in debates created division and strife. We have a lot to learn. Long live striving to understand each other, men and women see things in different ways their chemical makeup different, and I say 'vive la diffèrence', because I wouldn't be without my 'opposites' and the wonderfully varied discussions that are provoked. Oh am I out of my depth here, perhaps ? Yours Annuccia.