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there are different types of intersections. each water_brother is a kindred spirit in their own way... but also the random stranger whose eyes sparkle in time to mine. there have been three beings that i have met in my life that were, i don't know, words fail even me when speaking of them. when i spoke to them, it was as in an ancient, archaic language, near forgotten, awkward, but so deeply felt on our tongues that its echoes caused avalanches. we were of the same essence, the same cloth. their presence was a physical force, a knowledge, spiritual gravity beyond explanation.
i don't mean to say that we became instant friends; quite the opposite. such sudden sharing with someone you've just met is very intense, very nerve-racking, throws all mental facilities on alert for incoming High Weirdness. and they have not had the same folds and quirks as me, not the same passions or skills or values, but there is still that resonance, beyond primal, like a crystal singing at the frequency to shatter.
so, with these kindred creatures, we speak, we explore what we can, we wonder at our own altered twin, and then we pass out of eachother's spheres. i don't know that i could bear continued contact to such a degree; it is painful in its intensity.
so, yes, there are kindred spirits, those who understand. and then there are souls from the same litter, so very much not what you expect.
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