joined

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.

I cannot explain how two souls join. No man or element or god ever could. But you are tied to each other. Because of that__ecause of your true, consuming, pure love__ou will thrive together . . . or you will perish together.__ don__ understand._ I swallowed, trying to make sense of it all.If he hadn__ heard your voice, he__ be fine. But once he aged, however many years from now that might come, you would have found yourself deteriorating then. Or if you had disobeyed Me so fully that I had to kill you, he__ have died in the same breath. You are tied through your souls. Now, what happens to one body happens to the other. And since your voice has taken hold of him, killing him slowly, you fall down with him. Slower, of course, as you are still Mine. But it will consume you eventually, all the same.

We are all joined in a circle of stories.