A Ball of String.

Perhaps it's pure stupidity, but I felt safer with your hands off the wheel, tracing an imaginary graph,of what I've already forgotten, or maybe light-year apart. Real science is easier to handle if I'm not alone.
Both of you are spectacular, I think. A profound intelligence in a way it too rarely appears.
I should learn to speak coherently. I must always be at an extreme, manic rambling or slipping in a delicate silence.