 only connect the words of forester uttered by the god of small screen sitting at the intersection of where two or more are gathered and the breath inside the breath only connect doesn't demand its own way but quietly asks me to be brave enough to make room and if only for a fleeting moment all of myself is present with you adoring the spark of creation dancing in those silent spaces of togetherness only connecting myself to ourselves flint only connecting with steel the beginning of everything ignited