Words by themselves are powerless and weak, only given the power we ration out. But even then that's a misconception isn't it? After all without words, where would be? What you read before you would cease to exist, and the thoughts you let swirl around in your mind so easily would disappear alongside knowledge and history, love and pain, hate and pleasure, because after all, these are just words. We can say that the dropping of hearts, and the falling of tears are sadness, that the skipping of beats and my pounding feet as I try to find you are signs of love, but in the end these thoughts would cease to be without words. But words themselves are tricky things to master. In fact, maybe the notion on mastery when it comes to words is silly in itself. We so freely give meaning to sounds and intonation, but these change from person to person, continent to continent, one words joy, can be a response in sorrow, and like wise, the moment we give birth to words, its as if we chose to play withthe minds of every single human on earth at the same time. I dream in music, and breath in rhythm, dance in my mind, but all of these become known to you as I string these simple words together. Isn't it amazing? The power of thoughts, the power of speech, the strength of music, and the legitimacy of story are all made of a seemingly high chance of sound association.
Madness. The minute we agreed upon the meaning behind the word madness became the instance in which it would be exploited to describe the power and depth of the human soul. People could go their whole life, never taking the time to understand the importance of madness in their daily lives, but that doesn't mean it exists. But to tell someone of it, would risk the chance of misunderstandings. After all, this is the great equalizer of language. We as humans don't have the key to all languages, just like we don't have the keys to all the questions we've ever asked. (To Be Cont.)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I figure since I haven't posted in forever, that most of the people who read this in the past don't remember that I have a blog. In truth, I kinda forgot I had one too. But I still think of this as my personal haven, a place I can find solace. So if anyone should stumble across this in the future, I'll keep writing. Here we go, Madness (In the works)
When you think about it, the dreams in which we create for ourselves (at least the ones that are powerful, that drive us) are madness. One simply cannot "Help all the people in the world" or "Become the richest", without falling to madness... Madness is what drives dreams, and what dreams are made of. But madness is also what we fall to when our own madness cannot measure up to the madness of our dreams. Lust, greed, sloth, gluttony, pride, wrath, envy. These are what we call the Seven Sins, the seven darkness's of the human soul, and the seven ways, in which we fall to madness...
Our madness, that which we draw our resolve from, becomes absolute. We shall use the meaning behind our actions as fuel for the madness we so shout to the world. This too is the way in which we fall into madness. The depth of our souls gives us the berth to become resolute, but tread carefully, for when paving the map of your soul, without grounds to explore, one may end up lost, subject to the madness hidden within yourself. But grounding yourself is easier said than done, and having the grounds to gain power come to very few people. Thus, those who foolishly seek power, fall to the madness in their soul. This madness however, can be overcome by the twisting of ones soul, the realization that the reason for the madness can either serve as a deterrent, a message again madness, which becomes salvation that will set you on the path of normalcy. The second, is that the madness becomes your armament, your sword that cuts away the lies and the distractions of madness not like your own. In order for this to work however, one must be willing to accept that madness can be power, madness cannot be tainted, that life itself is madness. So just what is madness.?
I dream of things that create the world around me. Fate and Destiny, one in the same mother, writing forever, the wills of humans and creatures alike, never, without exception, sparing one of a future without death. So why does one continue to strive towards dreams and goals unknown to themselves. Is it because Fate or Destiny is urging them on with words unspoken? And what of reason, after all, we are creatures of reason, how much of our reason is faith in our own power, rather than the logic of Destiny? Just what pushes us so, written instinct, or demons at our heels? This is simply, madness. By giving us dreams, instinct, Fate and Destiny have given us the perfect script, the perfect formula to instill monotony amongst this world. So how do we break this?
When you think about it, the dreams in which we create for ourselves (at least the ones that are powerful, that drive us) are madness. One simply cannot "Help all the people in the world" or "Become the richest", without falling to madness... Madness is what drives dreams, and what dreams are made of. But madness is also what we fall to when our own madness cannot measure up to the madness of our dreams. Lust, greed, sloth, gluttony, pride, wrath, envy. These are what we call the Seven Sins, the seven darkness's of the human soul, and the seven ways, in which we fall to madness...
Our madness, that which we draw our resolve from, becomes absolute. We shall use the meaning behind our actions as fuel for the madness we so shout to the world. This too is the way in which we fall into madness. The depth of our souls gives us the berth to become resolute, but tread carefully, for when paving the map of your soul, without grounds to explore, one may end up lost, subject to the madness hidden within yourself. But grounding yourself is easier said than done, and having the grounds to gain power come to very few people. Thus, those who foolishly seek power, fall to the madness in their soul. This madness however, can be overcome by the twisting of ones soul, the realization that the reason for the madness can either serve as a deterrent, a message again madness, which becomes salvation that will set you on the path of normalcy. The second, is that the madness becomes your armament, your sword that cuts away the lies and the distractions of madness not like your own. In order for this to work however, one must be willing to accept that madness can be power, madness cannot be tainted, that life itself is madness. So just what is madness.?
I dream of things that create the world around me. Fate and Destiny, one in the same mother, writing forever, the wills of humans and creatures alike, never, without exception, sparing one of a future without death. So why does one continue to strive towards dreams and goals unknown to themselves. Is it because Fate or Destiny is urging them on with words unspoken? And what of reason, after all, we are creatures of reason, how much of our reason is faith in our own power, rather than the logic of Destiny? Just what pushes us so, written instinct, or demons at our heels? This is simply, madness. By giving us dreams, instinct, Fate and Destiny have given us the perfect script, the perfect formula to instill monotony amongst this world. So how do we break this?
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