relationships are a funny thing. often they are like two ships passing perilously close in the night. despite all emergency and disaster drills it comes down to emergency decisions taken in the fuddle of the moment.

no matter the streamlining done before an encounter, these two ships have their own agenda. they can only survive if they work for a win-win. if one tries to dominate or loses control, the other must flee for safety. it can return later for survivors.

both rely on communication, sometimes as primitive as committing to a course change or signal lights. other times a radio message. but they are linked as strong as magnetic twins until the valence is broken.

the only guidance is to adhere to a standard, like reasonable and prudent erring on the side of kindness. maybe that’s why poor richard published an almanac.