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  • If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor
    par excellence,the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all
    forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.
    Octavio Paz

    I live on Via Greta Garbo in the Valley. I am very shy.
    I’ve always had trouble getting to know people.
    Truth is, I’ve lived a very private life, until I met you.
    You live on Hemingway Road, in Key West, near the beach.
    We collided in the ether when you dialed my number by mistake.
    I liked your calm voice, and your poetic, extravagant soul.

    Now we do e-mails and tell each other our secret dreams.
    We write to each other as though we care, and we do.
    At least I think we do, hard to tell, being invisible.
    We reach out and share moments of happiness and pain,
    and talk about the things that matter most to us.
    What I want to know is: What is the future of love?

    There are a thousand faces to love these days.
    How many people can one heart hold, or like the
    proverbial Greek bus, is there always room for one more?
    How is it that technology can bring total strangers together,
    as though they have known each other through many lifetimes?
    What kind of love is this, when we can have best friends,

    Even virtual lovers in cyberspace, when we have never met in person?
    I suspect there are millions of people who ask this question,
    and that it is not just us. It may be the whole world.
    What are the possibilities and potentials of infinite love?
    So here we are. Why is it that our paths have crossed?
    I think some playful Fate or Muse conspired, schemed,

    to put us in touch with Love’s pure Grace in etheric form.
    Here, we are at long last safe to speak our truth
    as it must be spoken, as we must learn to speak it always.
    Is this the perfect therapy for our wounded and broken hearts?
    Is this a place for troubled souls to find home and love at last?
    Is this where we figure out the Great Mysteries of it all?

    I often think about you, down there in the Keys,
    and I pray for you, as you chart your perilous course,
    setting sail into the unknown in search of your true life.
    I know there are thousands of miles between us,
    and worlds of dreams and stories yet untold.
    Though we may never meet in this short lifetime,

    I am writing to you tonight to tell you I love you,
    that the moon is full here on Via Greta Garbo.
    I know it is shining down on Hemingway Road as well.
    I can hear the sound of your waves, and smell your sea.
    I am there in the boat with you, casting my lines into the blue deep.
    I am writing to say that no one gives me more than what you give me,

    The infinite horizons of the sea, the clouds, the wide skies of hope.
    The return to the time before time before time.

    (Photograph of Hemingway's Studio in the Pfeiffer Barn, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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