| | Newcomers enter my life through the portal of a chat site. Intriguing female characters with lively personalities. They offer me energy and excited conversation. Days of intermittent communication or frequent exchanges of greetings. No information demanded that breaches historical inquiry: Who are you, what made you, and how have you come to become you? Who they seem to be is equally as ubiquitous as I seem. As fellow Pleasant Strangers we pretend we know each other. First-name basis imposes tacit anonymity.
The value of these beings on my sentimental mind.
My mind refuses to dispose of its trailing satellites, instead preferring to collect affects. Names and faces of people who no longer factor in the dealings of my current condition. As artists and authors whose work have been enjoyed by a younger mind than mine remain on shelves and disks. Similarly these newcomers stay, jointly through sheer sentimentality and a belief in the individual value of mankind.
Of that latter belief:
Each member of our race is dealt with as if its position on this planet broadcasts a non-replaceable beacon. Until its extinction it is treated as if its uniqueness demands personal care. But why? Not for the traits these beings display, for many are repeated among the members of our race, even in me. This assumption is incongruous with the rest of my assumptions, not many else of which comprise the Judeo-Christian tradition I have had previously. So why keep it? I assess that perhaps such belief ties into my own desire for an ethereal sort of personal uniqueness. A value of my being that transcends the commonalities I have with untold millions.
And until this assumption can properly be addressed I shall continue sanctifying each human as I do now.
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