Any distance, whose reachability falls within the reach, forms the necessity of dependence. Far from the free bond of solidarity, the search for the other person imagines itself in the richness of its own inadequacy. Believing in the power of fulfilment, the appearance of blindness rebukes itself in the invisibility of involuntary seeing. Sorrow over the power of others dwells in the confession of guilt, the course of bitterness. That tender germ that bears the seed of fruit well-made, leads to unity in the alone in the while of the freely connecting.