Mine, Not Mine Mono

On the other side of the world, he wakes up and takes and emails a photo and message via cell phone.

While I am sleeping, he's awake. And when I'm awake, he is sleeping.

These are the rules of the dream that is our shared waking life.

hi, darling!

Yawn...mono just wake up, he seems to be sleepy.but he's going to have bananas for breakfast.

i love you,darling!
your,
mono.

I think one of the hardest things about this relationship is having to force myself to stay asleep through so much of it. What I mean is I continue though I realize that there is no future for us. In the silences that punctuate every conversation we have, I struggle against the reminders of all the impossible boundaries that would have to be crossed if...

But there is no if to this. There is no if because there is no future. There is no future, so then what is the lesson?

There are two possibilities. This is the key to the first possibility:

Jon Rutledge's mother once said to me, "My somedays are over."

This is the key to the second possibility:

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”

--Buddha

I say that there are two possibilities and the suggestion seems to be that a choice must be made between them. But there is no choice to be made. As possibilities, they are certainly not interchangeable--nor, for that matter, are they separable.