America was conquered, but not discovered, the men who arrived with a religion to impose and dreams of gold never really knew where they were, and that this discovery is still taking place. ~Eduardo Galeano
The above quote made little sense to me until I saw the concept in terms of a relationship with a significant other, a spouse, a partner, a long term intimate companion. From my own experience, a wife. One can choose to enter the relationship as one of conquest, as is the motif in the boy gets girl stories mistakenly marketed as tales of blissful love with victory being the parting of her legs, or a relationship can be one of discovery, of continual revelatory understanding of who the other is, an appreciation for the path along which they are evolving…which is how to truly love another.
The former is to bind the other at a particular moment in time, to snapshot an image then demanding the image not succumb to the demands of time, the entropy of aging…sometimes gracefully, other times gracelessly. It is the stagnant water that grows fetid.
A flower thrown into the air will not hang motionless for eternity or even as long as the conquerer’s attention span. Room must be made for the flower to dance in the wind, to fall as necessary, to resurrect as the soul dictates, and to embrace every nuance of the journey.