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You know you take these words and you spin them. Elaborate tales of your own existence. Descriptive definitions of what society, not the world, wants you to be. Ideas get planted in your head, alien seeds not belonging to you. You begin to internalize the outside, burying deep your own seed. It’s not all bad, remember what compost is made of. It’s a matter of transforming those things into the proper sort of nourishment that will make you grow, allowing your own seed to break through. You know you take these words and you take them a bit too serious. Supernatural heroes live in tall tales, stunning feats retold by those who never witnessed them. When in all reality you miss the heroic acts performed by those who show you that the most courageous thing is to remain kind in your daily grind. You know you take these words and you learn to decipher the message behind them. Articulation is not a sign of intelligence, it comes from being well-trained on a well endorsed budget. When you learn to read in between the lines and simply hear the intent that lies behind (these words), the picture becomes crystal clear and words will lose their spell. You know you take these words and you get to choose what you want to do with them. They call it interpretation when all you do is read into them the way you have chosen what you believe in order to make sense of your world, and yourself. I prefer silence most days. It allows me to hear anything that expresses itself in nonverbal ways. Nature is one of those, but you’d be surprised, and at times amused, everything that is communicated by human beings without uttering a single word. I prefer silence most days because it provides the space for the message to echo back to who is really in need of it. I prefer silence these days because what I need to hear myself the most is only heard through the reverberations of my heart. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K