The unfalse bravado

I have not thought deeply about polyamory. Mostly, I struggle to find one relationship, so thoughts of polyamory are criminal in extravagance. I've just read that 1D fermions at low energies become bosons, but I feel more like a low-energy boson who's become a fermion. Were I to enter a hypothetical relationship, I still would not entertain much thought on polyamory, until I meet a second person who interests me. For many matters, I like to invest effort with immediate, practical outcomes.

There's something wonderful about the idea of polyamory. It throws away all societal norms on love (which I despise), but takes the rebellion one step further. It is a recognition that true love with one ideal partner is a fairytale. There is no ideal partner, and different permutations of couples make different music together. Life is an orchestra, or should be.  To limit oneself willingly is contrary to the human experience. I recognize that emotional neediness makes monoamory desirable. I view this neediness as a weakness, though I would never judge anybody harshly for falling prey. What would ever justify monoamory? I think mortality. If I were immortal, the decision is eased. I am assured to eventually meet, engage and recruit my orchestra. There is so much more weight in asking an immortal to enter a monogamous relationship; the loss is amplified to infinity, in the spirit of the eternal recurrence. Every mortal recognizes the imminent horizon. In its face, what would inspire a mortal to act immortal? A bravery of denial, an unfalse bravado, transient but beautiful to behold.