Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Who gets to decide?

Words are just so.. beautiful. Language is amazing and constant and
everyone. To quote Jon Osterman, "Yes. Anybody in the world. ..But the
world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they
become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at
the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the
another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take our breath away.
Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and
unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg. Come, dry your eyes.
And let's go home." He is speaking about the miracle of existence,
but, when you stop and think about it, how everything is miraculous,
the quote's context is transferable. The expressive nature of
language, the transference of ideas...

People dream of psychic readings and the ability to telepathically
communicate thought, but only because they don't see how many ways we
communicate our thoughts and dreams already. When someone says the
word language, most people think specifically of words, of english,
spanish, or german, but.. it's every single way we share what is
inside of us, even when we are totally unaware that we are
broadcasting it. We even build language into music. A hand gesture, a
look from our eyes... even the negative space of what we ignore and
despise can be used to read our hearts, our secret wants, desires, and
our pain.

I propose that this is a miracle that passes continuously and is lost
because of its immersive presence in our lives. How many miracles seem
completely commonplace to me? What do I look at with disdain that
is... an impossible construct of chance and beauty? Its terrifying and
amazing. You should be so lucky to take miracles for granted.

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