There are tiny moments that appear like packages of perfection, all the more wonderful and flawless for their lack of actual perfection, the question of their solidity and reality and believability. They are luminous and vaporous and yet somehow so solid and strong that they reach into your chest and with tiny, powerful fingers squeeze your heart. They are painful and magic. They make you crazy and make you sad and they put that little Mona Lisa twitch of a smile on your face because anything more would be too much something.
They are the moments that make the two factions of brain go to war. One flies the banner of "This is Wonderful. This is Real." The other carries the flag that announces "This is Too Good To Be True."
The problem is that both are right. This is the war that won't be won.
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