I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
-- Bob Dylan, "Idiot Wind"
Two people meet, become friends, confidants, soulmates, whathaveyou. Each carries in her front pocket a kaleidoscope of experiences, which she fingers as she speaks and listens. Soon she takes it out and sets it on the kitchen table between them. "Look," she says. "Look at how it looks through mine." This is called, "Getting to Know You."
After a time, a million little somethings happen that trip the circuits inside one of them, and the other does and doesn't understand what happened to the wiring, but the current feels rawer, knob and tuber, shock it to her. Their separate worlds stop gliding side by side and collide.
But once upon a lifetime, they hung and spun the world through one another's eyes.