  Having a new acquaintance named Macrina is a unique experience. To begin with, I haven’t met anyone named Macrina [there’s this song though that strikes in my head].
Young and pretty Mac, as I got to know her, is a creative and gifted being. She showed me some of her raw art, which she neatly collated in her journal; and I got to feel how elating it was for some people to share some particles and elements of themselves so candidly.
Some people, on the other hand, exercise a huge amount of effort to keep others at bay. Mac and I didn’t talk much, such that our sporadic conversations consumed only 15 minutes [or thereabouts] of our built-up lives. My short chat with Mac stirred a spontaneous depiction of two swirling rainbow atoms engaged in affable tête-à-tête. It is amusing if you see it this way [also a handy tool when you encounter intolerable atoms down the stream].
Spurred by a personal resolution to accept people for what they are and to accept myself for what I am in a larger field of reality, this “atomic inspiration” [as I call it], allows deliverance from what is commonly viewed as offensive, ghastly or cataclysmic. That same evening with Mac, other observed atoms in the room were pulling attempts to combust with the seemingly delectable atoms in sight.
Irksome, perhaps, but that is how some atoms behave. So as Mac and I continued to enjoy the music in between our conversations; and conversations in between songs, a glimmer of gratification graced our meeting. The atomic goddess dancing on the candle-lamp atop our table seemed to have been enjoying herself, too. And so, the evening faded, and the atoms turned into tiny yawning bubbles as the music played. I bade Mac farewell as we end another day, and perhaps, meet each other again in the stream of dreams. 
