"...and I was thinking of how we have been the source of sustenance and suffering to each other - and of all the pain and elation and fear and hiraeth - the evolutions and revolutions and progress and estrangement and bedrock of understanding and the falls from grace - the remorse, the essential, underlying happiness - and all the satisfactions. And shame and conversions and reversions - of days of pride - and of the small and large glories and routine hours and piercings of joy that we have both lived together and alone - and how none of these have been shared since we left one another on separate shores.
But not knowing the particulars hardly matters when one knows the person - in Margaret Drabble's sense that the relief of actually being seen to be what one is makes up for being it (paraphrased of course, but that's what she meant).
Something so starkly elemental has arisen out of this ice that binds us that were it to melt and our human heat begin to radiate, we would be somehow injured by normal companionable humanity, rather than helped.
Or I could be crazy.
Or this could be what love is."
~Excerpt from a Sketch in a Gallery, by Harrison Solow
Causes Harrison Solow Supports
Lupus Foundation of America
Museum of Tolerance