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Outside of language structuring and more into the rhetoric of philosophy;
Logos, within the frame of reference of 2nd person perspective, corresponds to our inner monologues. The mind's speech.

1st person - Perceiver - Person
2nd person - Perception - Place
3rd person - The Perceived - Thing

So whereas from the 1st person perspective, thought is merely an attribute of perception - 2nd person sees the mind as a more physical place.
A liminal space between the material & immaterial.
Therein, thought which is the inner monologue can be offered body. You can personify thought as a whole, personify thoughts in sets, or in singulars. So 3rd person would be thought which examines or experiences itself.
Can you picture the apple?
The definitions of its shape? Discern the subtle variances in hues? Feel it? Smell it? Taste it?
Can you experience the consciousness of an apple? Experience 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 its existence is? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 it exists? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 it exists?
Do you think an apple which experiences itself rots? Or does it grow to be a tree?
Peace tranquility
protection  solace
contentment gratitude love

That’s what we all crave
It’s what we all need
We are all the same
We need the same things
We are human

Light up the world
  May 23 Traveler
Salmabanu Hatim
Is like cancer,
If you don't treat it immediately,
Like cancer cells it multiplies,
And becomes mal8gnant,
Eventually it d3stroys you.
23//5/2025
“I really like you” I say
Sheepish grin stealing away
On my face, only illuminated
By the streetlights and other passing cars
“Thank you” he says, grinning back
“I like you too”
a moment that felt like poetry
A string of summer days strung like pearls of valor
it is hard to be sad when the sun appears like a coin  
dazzling us inside a bright blue sky that we adore.

Decorative fragrant white flowers, lily of the valley
sweetly scented bell shaped beauties that grow
in the meadows, what fragrant Grace we tally !  

Nothing gold can stay or so they say, but whos to say  
that if you string up one happy moment ...
those pearls of valor your clutch to your heart,
may take your breath away, and never go away.

A string of summer days filled with laughter and such joy,  
close your eyes and smell the flowers, sweetly as they coy.
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.

By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.

Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!

By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.

A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.

By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
Strike as the pendulum,
Do so in good meaning & well-intentioned;
Even if the clock stopped,
Time continues.
  May 23 Traveler
Nick Moore
Too much to drink,
Mind
Is
Scrambled,
Resembling
The surface of an ice rink.

A head of aches,
Restless night makes.

Over and over again,
Says my brain,
Never again.

Song, In a Broken Dream, Python Lee Jackson.
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