Grab the chilled glass, take a swig and let the foam
tickle your throat as it dissipates, trickling down. You swallow the bubbles on a hollow gut and
you feel the carbonation seep through to your core. The words vibrate on the table, leaping between
you and seeping to the drum inside your ear cavity. Upon tuning into an engaging story, our
sensory cortex illuminates… a switchboard electrifying the listless networks in
our bodies, jolting them to life, salivating for more.
Wipe the froth from your lower lip. Tune in.
When we begin to relate to our companion, we can share in enlivening their
brain cells; our empathy and our need for story embracing theirs. The wires interlacing the dialogue between
us, tethering emotions; a tapestry of consciousness and connection.
We crave this bond.
Regardless of the nature of the exchange, that profound relation is what
binds us together as human beings. It is the pulse of our innermost
desires.
Stories, deep-rooted and emotive conversation, clangs that
cord. It is the bell echoing through the
cathedral ceilings of weathered, peaked walls.
We lose all sense of time and become sealed in the present moment. Unable and unwilling to vacate, we shift our
bodies to an easy position, tossing a leg over the arm of the club chair and
leaning in, intently. Waiting.
What comes next?
You pause sucking the air into your lungs and let the stories
unfold. You pay close attention, so each
word permeates, fireworks exploding inside you.
Then you stand by for more.
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