Struggling Polyamorist

 One of my  favorite bloggers  mentioned in a reply to a comment: "...I find that the older I get, the more my life is a puzzle and I am determined to try to fit the pieces together to avoid chaos and turbulence in my life." It got me thinking... I used this analogy already years back in my  Tool of the Universe blog , but today, a new aspect of the analogy occurred to me: Imagine, you're working on a huge puzzle - 10 million pieces or more. And, imagine, somebody told you it is a picture of a person (essentially: you). Whenever you look at a piece, obviously, you're trying to see how this piece is a part of the image of the person. Now, imagine further, that this puzzle is really not a picture of a person, but a photo-collage of anything of this beautiful world, a representation of everything and all there is to this whole world. I think you immediately understand, how pieces that before made no sense, suddenly become meaningful and useful! What you discarded earlie...

 There is this fable about souls having been split into two pieces through some event and scattered across the world, and since then, we're searching for the second half of our soul. And, once we find it, we're complete. Now, that sounds very, very romantic. But, in reality, it is rather nonsense! What if your soul's second part happened to be incarnated in a body of the "wrong" gender? Also, only fairly recently are we able to travel the world - and even today, most people don't make use of that freedom but stay fairly close to were they are from. But, aside of those logistical issues, there's a big problem many couples run into: when you merge two people into a single unit, you end up with a single body with two heads. We all appreciate when our partner takes on tasks that we are either not all too talented for, or not very excited about. But many people want to stay in charge of everything, and demand of the other to relinquish all control.  In a way, t...