OK, am writing something and need an opinion. Don't want to show to anyone I know as I really can't tell what to make of it. Just kinda came out:
As you talk, my perceptions turn 90 degrees and the real you overwhelms me. Here is a glowing angel of existence, a matrix of numbers whose movements lead multiple integrations through the air, whose heartbeats trace a living histogram of red into blue into red, and whose words dance a slow waltz of data-carrying waves.
You look at me and I see/feel complex patterns of information flowing between us. Limbic synergy, bonded memories, elegantly coordinated body-language and the unspoken dreams of a shared future weave together to form a unified tapestry of being. Many dimensions and many systems, but together they have a life of their own, reaching beyond us into the outside world and making the universe a place of meaning.