Less space more distance

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We are strange people. We chance upon other equally strange people somewhere along life's quirky road between potholes and motorways... They fit in to our path, theirs is parallel. But along the quirkiness that I have already mentioned is life, they embark on the motorway stretch or the rough mudtrack... and suddenly we don't have space for them any more.

See, we have this picture of life mapped out like a board game in a perfect square... the dice throws a fortune or a folly, a friend here, a relationship there, a career just on that third row, the fourth square... The way we figure, anything else, any earlier or later or higher or lower or even slightly to the left, will spoil the winning formula to the final square. So we pick our strange counterparts - squares with similar dimensions, instrumental in the gameplan. And then the inevitable happens... someone's edges might get rubbed off, or they just might choose to be a different square, or you might choose to be a different square even! Suddenly they are not the square any more. And you know and they know perhaps that you will not have space left on your little square board game that must fit into its little box. You will choose not to have space left. Distance becomes the abiding rule. The race now, of course, is for who gets to create the distance first. The faster and further away you move, the surer you are of winning.

Yes, well, what would happen if ever you have to face that your edges are just a bit out of line with your game? Ah well, we make our rules...