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MISSION
An attraction of minds can give rise to respect. Well, this they had; whatever choice names they’d call each
other, both inside and outside the courtroom, they still had it, no denying the fact.
An attraction of bodies can give rise to passion. Call it lust, or call it sex. Funny, in their case it all started with
the mind (so the order in which it’s getting arranged here is correct, after all). Who had ever thought of
regulating things like this by a contract! The sizzling, the smoldering, the burning to ashes passion came
later. In the beginning it was all about bringing a new life to the world. Intriguing, this priority.
An attraction of hearts can give rise to friendship. This one was something they had to really fight for, with
each other and with themselves, against their own fears and false resolutions. But it was friendship all right,
even then, even that early; with mutual support, with the caring. That surprisingly gentle caring.
The man was astonishingly complex. So handsome, so witty, so sensitive that he had to be defending
himself with the shield of his irony and cynicism, and when those failed to be deadening the pain with the
help of alcohol. The early abandonment by his mother and the treatment he had been getting from his father
all his life did not even start to explain this complexity. Self-centered, vindictive, conceited – proud – touchy.
How kindly and understanding he could be, how noble and self-sacrificing. He was all too ready for rejection,
and he oh so readily believed he was not worth loving. After the rearing he’d got, he was willing to do his
best being a father, and he thought his best would be staying as far from the child as possible.
The woman was vulnerable. Once bit, twice shy. Hardly able to trust, always awaiting a dirty trick. A
stretched spring. So willing to love and be loved in return but never more volunteering to take chances. This
time it was to be forever and for real. With a child, not with a man – not any more. Well, the woman’s
personality was not simpler than the man’s. They were both pretty much scarred. And scared.
Ok, so only a combination of these three kinds of attraction can, mind you, CAN but does not always, give
rise to love.
And the baby soul choosing the new parents just wouldn't agree to anything less than love.
The man was intriguing. It was a challenge to come into the world in order to teach the man that one cannot
do one’s best just staying away. To teach him love can be unconditional. To let him feel he was lovable after
all, and to give him something worth living for, something worth fighting for, something worth reforming for.
The woman was just so ready to be a mother, the baby soul really wanted to descend right into her waiting
arms. She was the kind of woman who’d go any length for her baby. If just to support her in this aggressive
world, the baby soul decided it would turn out a girl this time.
Both the man and the woman wanted the baby very much. They loved the baby already, even before it was
conceived, that’s for sure. That should have been enough, but that was not for the baby soul.
It knew it would not agree to come down unless they made love, not had sex.
It was all about love.
A hard task! The baby soul waited long enough for the man and the woman to really connect. Almost too
long. Well all the three of them almost blew it: as much as the baby soul’d hate to admit it, after the
conception the man and the woman’s gravitation seemed to turn into the opposite physical phenomena.
A hard task indeed. The baby soul knew it was going to be hard. Who said it would be easy with these two
chosen for the parents?!
A real challenge, to bring the two together and to make them – to let them be happy together after all.
An attraction of minds can give rise to respect. Well, this they had; whatever choice names they’d call each
other, both inside and outside the courtroom, they still had it, no denying the fact.
An attraction of bodies can give rise to passion. Call it lust, or call it sex. Funny, in their case it all started with
the mind (so the order in which it’s getting arranged here is correct, after all). Who had ever thought of
regulating things like this by a contract! The sizzling, the smoldering, the burning to ashes passion came
later. In the beginning it was all about bringing a new life to the world. Intriguing, this priority.
An attraction of hearts can give rise to friendship. This one was something they had to really fight for, with
each other and with themselves, against their own fears and false resolutions. But it was friendship all right,
even then, even that early; with mutual support, with the caring. That surprisingly gentle caring.
The man was astonishingly complex. So handsome, so witty, so sensitive that he had to be defending
himself with the shield of his irony and cynicism, and when those failed to be deadening the pain with the
help of alcohol. The early abandonment by his mother and the treatment he had been getting from his father
all his life did not even start to explain this complexity. Self-centered, vindictive, conceited – proud – touchy.
How kindly and understanding he could be, how noble and self-sacrificing. He was all too ready for rejection,
and he oh so readily believed he was not worth loving. After the rearing he’d got, he was willing to do his
best being a father, and he thought his best would be staying as far from the child as possible.
The woman was vulnerable. Once bit, twice shy. Hardly able to trust, always awaiting a dirty trick. A
stretched spring. So willing to love and be loved in return but never more volunteering to take chances. This
time it was to be forever and for real. With a child, not with a man – not any more. Well, the woman’s
personality was not simpler than the man’s. They were both pretty much scarred. And scared.
Ok, so only a combination of these three kinds of attraction can, mind you, CAN but does not always, give
rise to love.
And the baby soul choosing the new parents just wouldn't agree to anything less than love.
The man was intriguing. It was a challenge to come into the world in order to teach the man that one cannot
do one’s best just staying away. To teach him love can be unconditional. To let him feel he was lovable after
all, and to give him something worth living for, something worth fighting for, something worth reforming for.
The woman was just so ready to be a mother, the baby soul really wanted to descend right into her waiting
arms. She was the kind of woman who’d go any length for her baby. If just to support her in this aggressive
world, the baby soul decided it would turn out a girl this time.
Both the man and the woman wanted the baby very much. They loved the baby already, even before it was
conceived, that’s for sure. That should have been enough, but that was not for the baby soul.
It knew it would not agree to come down unless they made love, not had sex.
It was all about love.
A hard task! The baby soul waited long enough for the man and the woman to really connect. Almost too
long. Well all the three of them almost blew it: as much as the baby soul’d hate to admit it, after the
conception the man and the woman’s gravitation seemed to turn into the opposite physical phenomena.
A hard task indeed. The baby soul knew it was going to be hard. Who said it would be easy with these two
chosen for the parents?!
A real challenge, to bring the two together and to make them – to let them be happy together after all.