ILL BY

who were we?

everything. At

galaxy of stars and planets, we laughed together at the pettiness that all numanity expressed. What were we? We were nothing and yet least to ourselves. We were merely the least of the atoms in time and in Cosmos. How stupid to assume an importance that did not exist! How futile the drive for mundane ex- ploitation, the accumulation of wealth, honor, position, human"grandeur", convention what did it all matter?

Two people felt the nearness of each. They delighted and laughed. The sound of my high heels matching hers, the sight of my frock swirling beside hers, made us feel as one. Man? Woman? It didn't matter; yet somehow it did. The dress I wore made me insoluble with the one I adored. I was no longer on the other side of the fence among strangers.

Back at home, we undressed, cleaned our faces of makeup. pinned up our hair, brushed our teeth and set the alarm.

"Do wear that slinky nightie, my adorable little sissy", said Helen. I slipped its soft rippling silk down about my body, turned out the light and crawled in beside the sweet loveliness of my beautiful wife.

The light of the moon outside illuminated the room and I could see the slip that I had just discarded draped over a chair; on another was the one belonging to Helen.

"I'm a woman", I whispered to myself.

But sensing the fragrance of the real woman so close to me, the distinction between "man" and "woman" vanished like smoke in a high wind.

Two souls sought each other and knew each other. Who we were, what we were, or would be that question was for- gotten in the bliss of spiritual unity.