When souls collide

What a life to have a relationship, in whatever capacity, founded on and through art. When viewing a work of art, both engage the piece in a way foriegn to most. The piece becomes a third person, communicating or rather lighting truths found in each of our selves. We are no longer empty vessels, we are being filled with each other and the art. When listening to music, the same reaction takes place. What a joy when not 'we' but ours souls are so opened as to communicate as nearly one. Like neurons in one brain, the myelin links and accelerates us. Our only hindrance is the english language.

O'God, bless the souls we share. Let them flourish, be nurtured for your perfect and elusive will. For this I pray.