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Listen closely and hear our collective vernacular in a state of constant mitosis. Live and see our language begin to rival our own complexity. A myriad of inter-connecting word highways with more twists, turns and travelers than that of any physical road. A body of thought massing in our collective conscious, an infinite man-made addition to our finite physical reality. Every addition is another color, another taste, relative to the user in enunciation, becoming ever less limited by geography. Emotion attaches and tints the tone of individual words as we grow with age. Without it enabling us to define ourselves, we are left ignorant and insular. Memory accumulates casting a shadow and adds depth, communication cultivating perception to leverage change in corporeality. Pulsating slang spreading locally with fresh life to be globally colloquial. A wordsmith may use this power to celebrate or condemn their perception of reality, more still- will wield words like plowshares and escapism flourishes with such an expansive field where all of humanity is brought out to play. And sometimes- for me, it is just barely enough to grip a word with impunity.
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 9:11 AM UTC
Nothing is like the Sound of a Pencil on Paper.
Listen closely and hear our collective vernacular in a state of constant mitosis. Live and see our language begin to rival our own complexity. A myriad of inter-connecting word highways with more twists, turns and travelers than that of any physical road. A body of thought massing in our collective conscious, an infinite man-made addition to our finite physical reality. Every addition is another color, another taste, relative to the user in enunciation, becoming ever less limited by geography. Emotion attaches and tints the tone of individual words as we grow with age. Without it enabling us to define ourselves, we are left ignorant and insular. Memory accumulates casting a shadow and adds depth, communication cultivating perception to leverage change in corporeality. Pulsating slang spreading locally with fresh life to be globally colloquial. A wordsmith may use this power to celebrate or condemn their perception of reality, more still- will wield words like plowshares and escapism flourishes with such an expansive field where all of humanity is brought out to play. And sometimes- for me, it is just barely enough to grip a word with impunity.
B_Lid
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B_Lid
American
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 9:11 AM UTC
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