No matter how many times one had been hurt, broken, unrecognized or unfulfilled by another, it somehow does not dissuade humans from longing or seeking another just once more, possibly as a form of potential refuge from the daily demands of the physical reality. While the physical, individual realities can be just as creative and rich as that within the refuge often found in others, there is a perpetual falling into the monotonous gloom that transpires when one end up on their own for too long. It becomes forgotten that the embrace of another can reinvigorate anything that had become rot. The use of the other for the existential uplift, nudges one another of the omnipresent magic that exists. No one is unique and no one is alone in this need for the encounter of the intimate, as a reminder of our existence.
