At the moment of connection, we were the intersection of two worlds passing through us, moving into one another, becoming something new. Our worlds existed for each other only in brief moments. With every passing instant, alongside one another, we became different beings — through our own worlds and through all that moved through us. And the moment we thought we recognized one another, we both disappeared, leaving that instant behind to become someone else. Another one born from our connection, existing in no other union. Not even in the previous versions of each of us with the other others of the world. Not in the past, not in the future only in the present moment, where two worlds touched with a universe between them. Sometimes the connection was there, and we arrived at it. Sometimes we were there, and its wave passed through us. And we imagined that we had become “us.” It has always been there. And will continue to exist, with or without either of us. (Animated watercolor painting with my music)