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           Where exactly was she taking conversation I did not know, but Madeleine used sinuous ways to make that spark in her thoughts pop out. I waited patiently for the sound of that pop. I knew it had to be something. The pure theory of our conversation as well as the raw reality that clung to it captivated me. I’d easily get the hang of it. Maybe that’s why we got along so well.

“Now you see those two oranges sitting on the table. Let’s pretend there’s this molecule somewhere in the outer space. And we don’t know about it yet.”

“Ok. That’s a pretty strong possibility”, I added.

“And also, that maybe by the time we get to acknowledge it, it will have moved here, here and there. But we’ll only know it existed here, at the point where we found out it existed.”

“And all the other points in which it existed are a collection of missed molecules. Or

maybe just missed opportunities. “

“Exactly. We’re blinded by our physical and mental limitations”, said Madeleine.

“That’s what Plato used to say when he tried to explain that we’re citizens of the cave. Light, dark, knowledge - all illusions, prisoners on the walls of the inescapable cave.” I  said as I reminisced some of the stuff that caught my attention during my high school philosophy class.

“Yes, I get your drift. But think about this as well. Macroscopic and microscopic level. You know the pattern in which planets align to?” Madeleine liked to branch off the conversation to unsuspected but nonetheless captivating areas.

“Yes.”

“And then this pattern is reflected at the microscopic level.” At this point, I wondering where she was taking it.

“What about humans? Where do we fall? Who holds the pattern?”

“We should as well. Humans have reason and emotionality. What you described before was mineral. No reason there.”

“That’s what I wanted to touch”, said Madeleine. “Is there one? And what is the pattern  that connects humans exactly?”

I hesitated for a moment, resting my chin on the back of my hand . Then, I said:

“Reason. It has to be reason. That’s it. Reason is the glue or, in another world, reason is the orbit on which we gravitate around each other. Or love..”

        I caught a subtle twitch on Madeleine’s face. She looked at me, then sideways as if searching for an answer in the space that surrounded her. This sight appalled me as the thought that answers float around us freely wearing fine disguises that only the sharpest of minds could unveil at the cost of a fleeting moment’s whim. 

    As she looked back at me, her composure changed and the light on her face blatantly shouted “Evrika!”.

“Um, I was trying to think”, she said.  Yes, I found it.”

“What exactly?”

“Anthroposcopic. That’s the human level.”

Eyebrows rose independently of my will, but she was right.

“It’s yours. You coined the term. You know, your theory about macro reflected into micro reminds me of something else. I think it all bleeds into Leibniz’s theory on the harmony of spheres. He said that there’s a sort of music between spheres that connects everything. I think there is. Nature speaks of it in small bits every day.”