Here’s a fun little metaphor/story about perception and Results:
A certain man grows up together with a certain woman. Since they were children, they knew one another. And somehow, fortuitously and serendipitously, they have been on a journey of learning, mutual respect, growth, and transformation that just so happened to result in deep and enduring understanding, familiarity, support, and connection. They intimately know one another’s hopes, dreams, longings, efforts, failings, and character. And they have through countless trials, adventures, challenges, and accomplishments, forged a truly responsive relationship. At age 32, they married and formalized their partnership, and now 45 years later, they continue to gracefully unfold in a dance of connected independence and mutually supportive autonomy. It’s quite miraculous.
This man also happens to be blind.
Another man, aged 26, is not blind, and he, while partying last night, happened to glimpse a woman with the most amazingly symmetrical and well-rounded behind. He found her voice a little annoying, but thoughts of that behind were enough to cancel that out. Both of them being intoxicated, lonely, and sufficiently horny, they wound up going home together that night. And he ‘got lucky’, meaning that they had sex together. Both of them had somewhat bad breath during the encounter, but their sexy bodies made up for that. They just tried to avoid smelling each other’s breath too much. So, the conversation was mainly brief statements about nothing too unpredictable. But wow, she looked damned good and, yes, he really showed up and got her to a pretty good orgasm.
By an interesting coincidence, at precisely the same clock time, a little later in the same evening, both women wrote the men they were with brief notes. The first woman wrote a 5-line note (it’s something she’s enjoyed doing every month or so throughout their marriage) and she left it in his jacket pocket. She knows that when he goes to his favorite tavern, he’ll get one of his friends to read it to him. And it’ll make him (and her) pretty happy. She sprays a little of her familiar perfume on it, and puts it in his pocket. Then she heads down to the kitchen and makes some tea. The second woman rolls over and sees her newly -minted lover snoring on the bed still asleep. She 's ready to break the hell out of his somewhat sloppy apartment, but thinks, ‘That was not bad. I’d like to do that again, maybe in a week or two. Who knows maybe there’s potential here.’ She writes a quick note that says, ‘ooh baby. The love you made me feel. I can feel it in me right now. I’ll be thinking of you.’ She writes down her phone number, places a lip-sticked kiss at the bottom, and then lets herself out and drives away.
Now, here’s the question:
The first man can not see or read his letter.
The second man can.
So, who has the stronger love (results)?
