بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Yesterday, for the first time ever, the mind bridged two very distinct, very different parts of life: expression of the abstract self in terms of Java code. 

While I was considering what it might take for my Gift to understand me, I realized that very few people alive knew how to call the function/method/constructor 'KnowMe( )', so it did not matter if she ever learned to parse my language or not. My expression would continue to cross all kinds of metaphorical boundaries, and the only thing she'd ever need to remember is that I'd love and give her everything I have/am for as long as I live.