These are the words. See how they are written. These are the words which are being spoken in your mind. How and why are moronic questions. The more iconic question is; How is a depper meaning present? Witness the commonplace meaning, it has a presence. With some consideration for the words, the symbols, and signs, the sigils, and progression of the words and their clarity goes beyond prehistory. The dynamic is uninformative. Each individual must have an individual reaction, each individual reaction must have a public expression, and each public expression must be sourced by an unspeakable force. An individual dynamic that is so great and so powerful that only an essence can be perceived. And looking into it, it stirs a feeling with no expression. This feeling cannot be described. It flashes and dances in the mind.
What are these things? This question is not a stupid one. It’s not a dull thing to ask. We’ve assimilated the same set of characters and come to expect a feeling from them through a list of expressions. Everyone picks an expression. Each expression is tied down to an emotion. Like a helium filled balloon with a physical anchor. What is this color of the emotional balloon? Does it have any extended significance? Is the color a fluid variant? Can it be a fluid variant, just as the words, expressions, feelings, and their context? If so why so, if not why not!
Glass cooked in silver becomes a mirror. Sand heated and formed becomes glass. Who would have thought you could see through sand? Who hasn’t seen their face in the blood of the earth? If silver isn’t the earths blood, then perhaps it is it’s excrement. Maybe precious metal is simply a waste product, the contrary idiom is of a vital substance. Maybe the fluid is a variant. Perhaps there is more to this than previously considered, otherwise though, preconceived. That may have been the intention.
What a low form of distraction. What a high brow medium for entertainment. What a wave of expression. It was said. Here it is. My words of your language, your language of my expression, your expression of my feeling, your feeling of my presence. Here I am. For I am not here. But this is where you are and I ask where are you? Surely you are not here. You can see me. These. You probably are not lost. But we are. We are lost. Who made us? You have not found us but you will see us as you see us now tomorrow and today and forever.
 Bibbly · Fri Sep 04, 2009 @ 07:28pm · 0 Comments |
