Egg and Stone

Life is fragile as an egg and hard as a stone
But I think with you I can get through it somehow
My old friend you and I have always been alone
Before we knew the word it meant what we are now

Since to be alone seems to be our destiny
And since I always like to be alone with you
I wonder would you like to be alone with me
Or is that how we are now or have always been
Through all of our trials (and what then does this mean)?

Some people just get along better than others
Not talking much but by parallel existence
As strangers get married and friends become brothers
With the point of contact something like persistence

What would we be and what would our existence mean
If we missed the point of human propinquity
No me-and-you but only empty space between?
Alone together sharing the absurdity
Of being we are seeing at last what is shown

It is written through the universe everywhere
In the star of the sky and the sand of the sea
In the fingerprint and in the strand of the hair
That we not only are but we are meant to be

Together not whether but when and here we are
My old friend you and I have never been alone
Here we are together (if only we had known)
The space between two human beings is so far
But I think you and I can get through it somehow

Life is fragile as an egg and hard as a stone
Before we know the word it means what we are now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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