What people talk about late at night where Davin works:
Two co-workers were working late one January night trying to complete their annual self assessment, and finish their development plan for next year, due on the very next day. One of these workers named Andrew had formerly been the supervisor on the other, named Brian. As Brian was typing in his prose like verse extolling the various virtues he had championed the previous year a chat box popped up and following exchange ensued.
Andrew: How are u man?
Brian: I heard you were in a multiple car accident today.
Andrew: Yes. I totaled my car.
Brian: … you know what the French say about accidents? “Love…it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.”
Andrew: Already making jokes in 2010.
Brian: …I am sure she must have been a silken beauty, to draw your eyes from off of the road.
Andrew: I wish.
Brian: Only because you are working on your development plan, do you deny it.
Andrew: I see you just completed your plan.
Brian: …working so late tonight and reminiscing about those who have worked with me last year…do you suppose just one of them had thought when thinking of me “Come live in my heart, and pay no rent”. If not, what did I really accomplish last year?
Andrew: ?
Brian: Just this last Monday as I handed in some work at the office, my mind wandered and I looked down and thought “The human heart, at whatever age, opens to the heart that opens in return” when I looked up everyone saw that I had tears.
Andrew: u ok?
Brian: Late at night here among the cubicles in engineering I sometimes standup above the partitions and yell at the top of my lungs “I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.”
Andrew: You should be writing books instead of engineering.
Brian: Don’t dismiss what has happened to you today so easily. It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
Andrew: sure.
Brian: I know its difficult for you. The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them…. My development plan is “the life and love we create is the life and love we live.” What our hearts give away is never gone … It is kept in the hearts of others.
Andrew: hmm
Brian: Before the crash…that moment where time slowed down do you suppose as she looked at you, she was thinking “The sweet, rustic smell of the rain, fills my nose, my head, and my brain. The springtime showers soak my dress, and toes tingle with a grassy caress. The beauty of this day is lost to me, as the deaf man hears not the melody. For all Nature’s wonders seem so dim, when I am here, looking at him.”
Andrew: ok
Brian: So that’s why you had that accident don’t you see?
Andrew: why?
Brian: Your gaze invoked loves natural urge to merge. Real love is feeling like being a part of that person’s life almost isn’t enough. It’s more like a feeling that you would live in the same skin with them if you could and share every thought, heart beat, and emotion as one….you wanted to get together. So you crashed! Do not be one that says “Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back. . .” Rather sing with reckless jubilee this score more and more
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let’s kiss afresh, as when we first begun
Love puts the fun in together,
The sad in apart,
The hope in tomorrow,
The joy in the heart.
