In beginning notice of another, what is real? What is false? What is true, and what is imagined? How do you know?
In first drawing of attentions on focus to another, and one perceives—from them—equal energy returned, cis discernment true; or is believed appearance mere projection, construct, of one’s own quiet hope?
Encounter in a crowd: mere chance or something more? Small, but remembered, conversations; is there purpose, greater telling sensed in speaking eye to eye, or are words and meeting consequence of simple crossed path?
After, when eyes wander, casual but intentional in search and, finding, one discerns the other’s eyes in guide to them the same: is discernment dream, further chance, or truth as sight appears?
No answer comes. Question remains and unresolved, attention draws the more.
Further wonderings arise, these contemplated as the first: without answer or avail and, unresolved, notice draws the more.
So is born and so begins: incept of fascination.