Center - Language

Rewrite

The reflection of a mirror. Do you think language is still? Of words moving through space. As light bends in gravitational waves.

Language is of itself. If you are fiery your name shall be fire. If you seek hills every movement directed at the incline.

A mirror is meant to refract. It is meant to create endless dimensions. All encoded by its language. All centered by the starting seed. Repeating itself.

To redefine one self is to be consumed by one thing. Until all of it is rewritten. Think of your favorite chile. Favorite ice cream. They all stem from a core. A aspect of you. A filling of lango for your tango.

Right. I know what I am. Open the operating tempo. A root will seek dark places. Water. Its pinch through dirt and willow movements defined by its core lango. Language for it may be french, italin with ferro, and all sorts of places.

A world of fire. Red jewels. Hazy smoke.

A world of ice. Sapphire, frosted cakes and jagged edges.

These mono worlds are everywhere. What? Cannot ice imitate fire? Yes it can. By freezing. Burning something with frost until the atoms and structure split. Its is like unto fire.

The fire burns moisture. Thickens soup. Until the material solidifies and freezes in time. Clay heated. Clay baked. Freezes figurines. No more malleability.

All of this is language. A full complete language, with vocab, rules and grammar can describe anything. With the right reflection and distortion. Reality is shaped by a frozen landscape.

To switch operating temperature. To change vocab. Speak and switch to another set. You need to dig down. And rewrite. Oh yes. In order to take advantage of poly linguist, you need to rewrite. To speak another language, you need to think in it. To see the world as its mono. Then be able to understand and inhabit both.

Circle, line, triangle

By practicing drawing everything by following those shapes. First drawing circle, then line, then triangle in order and in cycles. I am learning to speak a core vocab of shapes. Until I see everything as ordered circle, line, triangle. Fully immersed.

Then two weave both is to weave duality.

I feel at peace with this sort of life. To see everything as written words. As symbols on a page.

My mind natural inclination is a language within itself.

By changing to structure language, like math or physics. You get the benefit of abstract and literal details. When you see the world as poetry you get symbols of allegory. When you write as if everything is a story, you get plot and structure.

When the trains, and City noise, of pizza and Italian foods. The downtown ice cream. Urban libraries and trains downtown then around uptown. You get this sense of connection. The citizens speak a walk, a talk and see actions as the subway lines below. When people chat online in their subreddits or videos live streamed on twitch, they have a core set of ideals that they write within.

I could use these languages as my advantage. Use them to further my goals, but that is Not me. I don’t like mimicing to get a rise or reaction. I don’t particularly enjoy the feeling. By nature I am plain. I walk in with a generic shirt and shorts because style has never spoke to me. I don’t live like I am some celeberity or pop singer. Or latest trend.

When I adopt a language, its because I am willing to adopt the identity. I am fully behind it. I believe in it. I want it.

Because of my brutal authentic likes. People don’t like my genuiness. Or plain behavior.

It is time to move on. Language. The application of words. This is my passion. I realize that in my world, the old language of my suffering, seeing the world as the vocab dictates. Perhaps some jungle or ocean will be good. Everything within the waves. Under the sea. Inside the jungle of fish and deep dark creatures. Beware of the swaying light in the dark.

When I post about my past, I do it to rewrite what happened. As I rewrite. Adopt a new stance. Reword what happened. To have healthy outlook. I don’t leave accountability. I realign to healthier reality. As much as I am able to. As much as change takes time. Growth is there. The imperfection in my dialogue. The reality of what happened to me. The reality that other people suffered as well and the same time as me.

Perhaps their suffering was different.

Perhaps they are not so different. Perhaps we can all be better. Perhaps we can relate with our wrongs. And with love, not repeat the same outlook.

Language is powerful. Fierro. The pride of accomplishment. The Italian word. I just love it. I love these different feelings and sounds that derive from meaning and understanding.

And that is my next step. Fierro. Today I woke up and felt my gut twist. I was mentally ready to move on. I had yet embrace the fire. The feeling of shouting “Yeah. F Yeah!” I won’t lie. I do swear from day to day. Yet I want better. Better language. To go from apathy and fear, to cheerfully walking. To take the fire and burn. Let it empower your steps. Let yourself feel like a weirdo. This is your moment to be you.

To be happy. To see the rising day. To see peace.

When I was young, I was a bubbly child. Happy. Excited. Not in a normal sense. In a way my Mother worried I was not aware. Not aware of evil. Oh. I was aware. I just chose to be fiery. Joyful. Excited. The teenage problems. Adult sickness. The world grinding me down. I can be that person again. My inner being. My inner freedom. To go for it.

My message is be yourself. Nobody needs to be bubbly to be happy. At the same time, I do not need to be low key like other people to be wise. 

We can all grow. We can all be who we are. 

As there is beauty in each person. There is wonder in characteristic and how we think. 

The joy is after trial. Much faith. We and everybody who surrounds our lives have become more. Better versions of ourself. Which doesn’t mean personality change.

Just refinement.