The Border is the scar of history.

A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.

The Border is strategically important — When the lips are gone the teeth are cold.

A Border is established so there is something to fight about.

A Boundary is wise to keep — A fence between makes love more keen.

The Boundary is requisite to conflict — spatial boundaries are evident in every finite conflict.

A Boundary is, in political geography, an imaginary line between two nations, separating the imaginary rights of one from the imaginary rights of the other.

A Boundary is a divider, real or imagined, designed to enforce civility. See "failure".

The Curtain is bedsheets for the windows

A Curtain is confused blankets.

A Curtain is clothes for windows

The Curtain is bangs for windows

Distance is the soul of beauty.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.

Distance is nothing to the lover — Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Distance is, in modernity, short in terms of length and yet ever remote to us. What is vastly far away in terms of length, can be near to us. Short distance is not already nearness. Great distance is not yet remoteness.