TRANSCIENCE

by Bram Holzapfel

They met by chance on a windy day in september 1963.
On a beach.
Somewhere on Earth.
He was a she this time.
So was she.
Funny really, when you consider the odds.
Stranger still because they didn’t recognise each other.
Not at first.
Even though they had met before.
A long time ago.
And it was love at first sight all over again.
It was just a feeling and their lives became a shared experience from that day on.
Until she left (physically).
And left him pondering the questions of “why?” and “how?” and “to what purpose?”.
It had always felt like they had known each other forever.
Like old friends picking up where they had left off.
And they had.
They just never remembered.
And so it had been for thousands of years in thousands of places.
They would always find each other again to share the neverending journey.
What purpose to life but to share it?
What purpose to time but to tread it like a rich tapestry that is never quite finished?
What purpose to nature but to provide the thread that spins time itself?
It is 2004.
A busy office.
A job interview.
They meet again.
And again.
It is in our nature.

THE END

copyright 2004 Bram Holzapfel, all rights reserved