The Transmission
I find myself before bed, transmitting some kind of message to a loved one.
This message is usually an emotion from my day, deep affection, a prayer, or even a well wish.
I like to think the Universe has a means of transmitting it and in some way the receiver knows it was sent and feels it, even if they cannot explain it.
We have yet to understand the science of the emotional bonds we form with each other, or the mechanics of these emotional message transmissions, but one thing that is clear is that the heart wants what it wants and it will always find a way through our soul and being to show its pure, and boundless love and affection.
ChatGPT produced this version of this article, meant to simplify and better integrate these ideas. I liked its version:
The Transmission
Every night before sleep, I find myself transmitting something — not with words, but with feeling.
A quiet pulse: a thought, a wish, a fragment of love from my day.
I like to believe the Universe carries it, somehow — and the person I send it to feels it, even if they don’t know why.
We don’t yet understand how these emotional signals move between us — but they do.
The heart is stubborn and sincere.
It finds a way, always — through the soul, through being — to love, boundlessly.