We began, a very long time ago, to construct a relationship; founded on friendship and shared desires. Like others before us, and around us, we piled up expectations and agreements and rules and routines. For a time, we added metaphorical rooms and hallways and stairs going up and down -- all built with stuff pulled from within our own selves, and the edifice was a shining wonder. We thought. The ground shifted and the ensuing quake shook the walls to rubble.
It turns out that constructed reality is susceptible to the forces which may tend to deconstruct.
We have chosen, in these later days, to adapt to our assorted defects, learning to offer one another goodwill and gentleness. We are forming the habit of taking pleasure in one another; in being together. What grows from that; a more organic sort of being alive, we hope will be firmly rooted in the ground on which we stand.