We are all a secret world unto ourselves.

The trails and canyons carved by blood make no sense to me. Sometimes you grow up with someone for years or decades only to turn a corner and fail to recognize them.

And yet there are times when all of the obstacles like time and distance and chance seemed stacked against you from the start but you find each other anyway. There's a pause and you stare into eyes full of the same surprise and say "You are like me, I am like you. We belong and are bound together."

I do not know how the blood that we share with others determines when it will betray or forget you and when it will break your fall. I am trying to let the mystery comfort me. I know how to anticipate disappointment but somehow the blessing always surpasses surprise.