You know I think that whenever two people meet or spend time together or talk or in any way interact they create a third person who is the sum of the two of them. Some of the overlap children endure for but a moment.
So, two people passing in a crowd, one stops for a moment to let the other one pass and the overlap child is that moment of collaborative pedestrianism. Sometimes they last longer and we give them the marvelous names of marriage or love or friendship, or rivalry, or the terrible names of enmity, jealousy, and hatred. Some of them last a life or longer as, strictly speaking,the children of a marriage are the issue not of the parents directly but of their overlap child, and a constitution the child of the multiple overlaps of the founders and their constituents, and the overlaps with overlaps.
The king fears being overthrown, Saturnly by his overlap child and always limits it. Whenever he sees the man who makes his gold cup he takes care that the overlap is minimal and straitened. All the overlap between me and my cup-bearer shall ONLY be a transaction issuing forth in a gold cup. Because he is a frightened king. He neuters himself and wherever his gaze falls the overlap children wither. Let’s not be the frightened king. Every moment we interact with another human beings teems with the possibility of abundance.