Fixed on some subject that was not visibly there, trying to decipher its message. Was he being taught a lesson in this silence we sat in? I could not break the blanket of stillness, as this was a moment that transcended mere words, but something at the edge of my mind felt a fringe of holy breath in the room, and in our moods.
Then he spoke, quietly but with a tone of certainty and awe. “I do not understand her,” came his soft voice. “I long to, and I feel like I have reached a place where few have known of, but yet she has so many uncharted lands in her. Sometimes i long to tear her apart, but I love her to a depth I am unaware of. I feel myself gravitating towards her presence. She understands something about life that I don’t... that most of us don’t.”
He strained his eyes a touch more, like an astronomer tries in vain to pick apart a night sky, but with a minuscule amount of success. I could see him ravaging his mind for words to explain his relationship with her. Nothing could be found to express it.
So I saw the gears stop turning with a reluctant sigh, and he lost focus of any one thing to observe, and his gaze drifted away into a void, staring off into a direction insignificant. In this moment his thoughts were seeing more than his eyes, and I began to lift my own heavenward, As my mind’s voice spoke softly, how rare are moments and beings like these? And why are they given so sparingly?

And on we sat, and absorbed.