looking back, wondering, second guessing, first guessing, pondering and musing, ruminating, chewing the memory cuds, regurgitated, and chewed, and puked again, over and over, repeatedly, looking for wholes, pieces, puzzle, and holes, flaws in the crystal clear logic, but maybe not, and it's not logic at all, in matters of the heart, near and far, time and space, and timing, the question of times, and things from long ago reflected in the now, or actually, a vision of then displayed now, that actually predates the question itself, and through that confusing logic and path of temporal instabilities, left knowing that, as always, the experiences and feelings were not singular, but shared, communal, the Jungian collective unconcious. it's happened to others, the words spoken, heard, understood and applicable. it has, it will, and right now, probably someone, some couple, is having that conversation.