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All the madmen in the world rebelled against life with their certainty. They transgressed against the equivocation nature through which the rest of the people escape. All the madmen in the world fell into the trap of certainty. They approached its greatest danger. They realized that all the reasons for their existence lie on the other bank.

Every time they tried to enter it, their boats were cursed and burned. In the heart of the water, what would happen to you if you knew that your only chance for happiness lies behind a tightly closed door from which you are on the other side? What if you know that this is the most you will ever reach?  Certainty is a danger, then, burning like the sun, fully capable, with all its logical reasons, of pushing its owner towards the brink of insanity. Humans realized this a long time ago when they created metaphysics before they began studying existing things.

All the task of philosophy, art, and literature was to present the imagination in exchange for the image, present the question in exchange for the answer. Protecting the world by keeping uncertainty going, so the world's reservoir of philosophy, art, or literature does not run out, unlike sciences that are limited by the ceiling of truth. Doubt, equivocation, and continuous rotation around the truth, then, are the covers of truth that distinguish the world, the protectors of the heart and insight from the madness of certainty.

However, proximity is a magical whisper between two. A secret that lies in a shared sentimental decision between two souls to extend a rope of communication between them in a miraculous convergence between two time lines. All the miraculous and strange thing about it lies in the accuracy of the exact distance every time between any two that occurs between them this closeness to allow this rope is to extend between them so that if this distance were to be slightly increased or decreased, it would not have connected them together.

Meaning that proximity is a divine miracle that lies in its being. In some way, a physical art that occurs at a defining moment, only, by adjusting the distance and time, so it was never a matter of dissonance between the two alike. Or the attraction of the opposites or vice versa. There are never inevitable rules governing such highly human matters, but we can of course agree as an axiom that we all understand that there is no proximity between two completely different worlds.

You cannot stretch a rope between two worlds each of which has its own coded doors and locks. Physically, again, no world can receive signals in obscure codes from another world completely different from it in composition. Between these two worlds the signals fall off and the facts are lost among mistranslations, but also, as an axiom.

We cannot stretch a rope between two standing on the meaning of connection itself. It lies precisely in this beautifully crafted metaphor that connects every two people from two converging points facing each other with a thin invisible rope stretched between them that keeps them in a state of exquisite and elegant dance, in which each of them wraps around the halo of the other.