Death and Danger

We get one chance to test chemistry. If a companion irrecoverably blunders -- or worse -- fails to stir our passions, we must abandon them to the wild where the wolves will do with them what they must.

The thrill of a possible match entices and enlivens with its precious fragility. So easily wrecked, whether by you, her, something real, or something imaginary, and then made immediately irrelevant and irretrievable as a corpse rendered inaccessible to life. The botched relationship is a type of death, a possibility lost forever, a thousand potentials spoiled that can never be, and yet from that consequence you are rewarded by having seen into its essence to reveal what it truly was.

All tragedy is lacking here. Life must go on -- cast the ashes into the wind and keep going.