What is it to know a woman's heart? Is it like what the old lady in Titanic describes "like an ocean of secrets". And to be totally fair, we can also question, how difficult is it to know a man's heart, is it like scaling the mountains.
One is the fathomless fluid, with the currents, and hurricanes and tsunamis churning itself inside out and one like the unmovable, unshakeable, mammoth and massive solid standing tall. Where do they comingle, where do they feel each other, how do they break into each other's silence. Who will be the river that carries the mountain to the ocean, who will be the vapours that rise up high from the ocean's vast blue and drizzles, snows and hails over the highest peaks. What has nature to say? what is the natural choice? What is but natural to do? To know or not to know that is still the question ....alluring and irritating :-)
One is the fathomless fluid, with the currents, and hurricanes and tsunamis churning itself inside out and one like the unmovable, unshakeable, mammoth and massive solid standing tall. Where do they comingle, where do they feel each other, how do they break into each other's silence. Who will be the river that carries the mountain to the ocean, who will be the vapours that rise up high from the ocean's vast blue and drizzles, snows and hails over the highest peaks. What has nature to say? what is the natural choice? What is but natural to do? To know or not to know that is still the question ....alluring and irritating :-)
