In our relations communication happens directly.
From heart to heart.
From being to being.
Before the beloved speaks to you,
you know already what he is about to say.
When we are under pressure, this wordless communion does not work any more. What we pick up from the other only makes us feel bad. So we shut off eventually and start feeling depressed. Our initial inspiration and joy gets limited to a quick “I know”, “I know that you know”.
We make the other feel guilty for our growing boredom.
The feminine identification is very subtle, but the fine roots of melancholy reach as deeply into our system as the labyrinth of capillaries in our lungs which send the oxygene into the bloodstream.