The Plot......

As children in school, we learnt the depressing fact, that parallel lines never meet.

In real life something else is true.

This is a non-mathematical-and-poetic AND/OR  non-poetic-and-mathematical response, to a young one who wrote a lovely poem about misunderstandings, egos, hurts, memories and doubts peppered with with obstinate outlooks.

If destiny plotted attitude vs time,  one might possibly see something like this.  (With a wild hope that the fibrillation happens at some time :-)....)


 (amazingly unscientific graph by me)

Parallel lines
were not
born that way.

They were sinusoidal
till
the enthusiasm
and belief
waned
asymptotically,
flattening out.

With some element of shock,
it is still possible
they may fibrillate
and
meet some day.