When you have a company, a visitor, a someone who comes over
to spend a few hours with you breaking your rhythm for the brevity of their
stay and henceforth you resume your cadence as naturally as if they had never
entered your door, that is the definition of company. If you noticed I did not make mention of sex
nor imply there might have been any sexual intimacy characteristic to the
sojourn of that “someone” at all. I’ve
decided to leave that dimension up to mystery as it is a gentleman’s prerogative
and duty to maintain his amorous endeavors as private memoir between his beau
and him. More esteemed in the pecking
order of social collisions is that which is occupied by one whom enjoys the
distinct favor of being called “companion” not to be confused with husband,
wife or any other nuptial entitlement but not to be discounted as a distinct possibility
within that realm. A companion is
definitively a non-transient accommodation he or she is or would be an integral
component of our life such that no plans might be made that did not take them
into careful consideration. A companion
would not come into and go from our lives without remark, their breaths and
ours would be paired as would our minds and souls.
When a companion leaves our presence they take a part of us
with them and likewise they leave a part of themselves behind with us; and
there is an invisible link that makes two people who have been fortunate enough
to aspire to the rare status of companionship operate as one engine fueled by
one another’s love.
When company leaves our presence they simply are gone. They and we quickly go back to lives that
patently have nothing to do with one another save for the fleeting moments that
arouse random memories but do not command continuous consciousness. Our company and we share naught but the
moment, we operate as separate engines fueled by reservoirs of unlike motive.
It is the nature of all human relationships that given the
proper variables company may evolve into companionship and likewise a companion
might degrade to the status of mere company.
One of the blessings and curses of twenty-first century culture is its
freedom combined with its openness to transparency. Freedom can easily migrate toward
isolationism but in our time, perhaps as a reaction to a long history of restraint
we interpret freedom as a condition that affords us the power to be completely
open about ourselves as if to ad credibility to our nature. So yes, we are free to do this and to do that
but we will not allow what we do and whom we do it with to fall into mystery
and speculation, we take ownership of freedom and publish ourselves as its
living testament.
And how many years of human lives has it taken mankind to
reach this level of freedom? Nigh on
100,000 long arduous years of socio-political and sexual evolution it has taken
mankind to realize his yearnings for freedom under the name of democracy and to
craft a civilization that would protect freedom against the social backsliding
of tyranny. Well to mention tyranny and
company and companionship in the sane paragraph is alarming enough so I will
leave that discussion for another time.
Let me refocus on the profound difference between what we call company
and what we call companionship saying only that we live in an unprecedented
time of social freedom that allows us to explore both with whomever we desire
and that we should not only understand the difference but appreciate the human
effort entailed to get from one extreme to the other…
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