The bliss of being vulnerable.
In the seemingly endless space, in the ever progressing continuity of time, we are without a connection, without a thing to hold on to. It is the bliss of making oneself vulnerable that erases boundaries, that closes the distance. Be it through the twists and turns of tidal forces clashing titans of ice together, scarring them, shaping them, shaving away their spikes to make them soft. So they make for good company. Through being vulnerable.