Fan: How long have you guys been friends?
Jared: I'm going to say something weird. That's how weird it is. I don't even have to look. I'lI say this:
We all have our beliefs, like why we're here, what here is, this isn't the first lifetime we've been friends.
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Jensen: I'll say this, When we met, there was certainly a pretty fast connection between he and I.
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Jensen: This isn't one specific story. But i'l tell you what I miss about he and I working together so often. And that was it was the times in between those setups, those shots where he and I would go and spend time just literally in the trailer. A lot of times, you go to a show, you go get the set and a lot of times, when they yell Cut, actors go to their respective spaces and work on their stuff or just need their time and stuff. He and I didn't stop hanging. Like, we would just go into each other. I'd just go in there and sit on his couch and watch his TV with him, and we would just chill out and hang. And it was weird that that continued because we never get tired of each other.
*The New Age movement describes a soulmate as someone with whom you've experienced many lives together, often to fulfill a specific mission.*
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems
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