Our potential, when plotted on a graph, yields a pair of parallel lines, beautiful and statuesque, yet bittersweet in their fate, destined to touch but not once in all of eternity. If there is even the slightest hope that we shall one day be together, one of us must bend.
“How I wish I could have gazed upon such real beauty before they were gone!” said the boy. The P.A. system reverberated througout the building, “The museum is closing in ten minutes. Please visit our gift store if you wish to purchase plastic models of our marvelous collection. Thank you for visiting the Museum of Women! May the Father watch over you and your brothers ’till the day of the Mother and her daughters’ return. Have a nice day!”