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Did you ever notice that height disappears when you’re in Love? My father was nearly six foot six and my mom five-four. Yet they’re both giants. My tiny baby sister, not much taller than mom, is married to another giant of a man, a giant in heart and height. My mom and sister aren’t the only two who married tall. Most of us know, or have seen other couples with height disparities.

This got me to thinking that there mustn’t be any height dimensions in Ourself. After all, when lovers hold hands, they hold hands at hand height. When lovers eat dinner, the tables are always at table height, (or the picnic basket is on the lawn). When lovers’ fingertips meet softly one after another, they meet at fingertip height. When lovers’ eyes meet and their eye-speak begins, they meet at eye-speak height. When lovers’ lips meet, they meet at lip height, and when lovers’ hips meet, well, they meet at hip height.

Snuggle’s appear at snuggle height too. Smiles—well, they sort of float out there on their own plane, don’t they?—but whatever geometric plane they float on, they’re all at smile height.

So, I’m wondering, is Ourself without dimension, or are dimensions merely irrelevant in Ourself space? When an astronaut is floating around outside the space station and north and south are meaningless, is there an up and a down? If so, which way’s which? Einstein taught us that because everything’s relative, there can be no direction without a point of reference. Since Ourself is a complete unit within itself, we are the points of reference for our Love; there can be no outside point of reference for our Love. We are its architects and builders. That’s why our whispers and ears, smiles and tears, joys and fears, and lips and hips are all on a perfect plane in Ourself.