Connectedness

Does everything happen for a purpose or do I find purpose in what happens? Random events shape tomorrow or next year of the next moment in time. It really makes no difference to me. There is meaning in something so exquisitely painful and at the same time so immortally perfect that defies description. It is a meaning without cause or reason, no motive or angst ridden moodiness. Knowing me is not enough because what is happening inside is braver and more tender than I remember feeling  ever in my mind. Conceiving of moments in time so natural and normal but feeling so excruciatingly mystical is beyond my clever mind. To know what it means to communicate, to be in unison with another person, but this is far beyond any dream or imagery I can conceive. We seem to amble down a twisty, deep and red canyon and gives of an even deeper blue hue. Connectedness is not a matter of distance but a choice of souls who run down hill at amazing speed only to find smoothness in the deepest places.