Altruism

What if we got outside ourselves and therereally was an outside out there, not justour insides turned inside out? What if therereally were a you beyond me, not justthe waves off my own fire, like those waves offthe backyard grill you can see the next yard through,though not well -- just enough to know that offto the right belongs to someone else, not you.What if, when we said I love you, there werea you to love as there is a yard beyondto walk past the grill and get to? To endurethe endless walk through the self, knowing through a bondthat has no basis (for ourselves are all we know)is altruism: not giving, but coming to knowsomeone is there through the wavy visionof the self's heat, love become a decision.