The soul speaks a subversive language.
It looks for exceptions rather than rules… mistrusts the handles of “wise men” and "fool."
The journey toward literacy is a pursuit of the formless through a form. Some days it’s like trying to make a mirror speak lies. Can an engine spark the truth of the human heart? To what is math a language? Do hearts pump logarithms? How many stars am I capable of understanding? Are any of them on a flag? Who was the President of the Divided Tables at Lunchtime on September 17, 2014? What is the atomic weight of love? How deep is the lake of the mind?
How do we inspire ourselves to seek the unanswerable question? How do we chart its value? Can we quantify gains in the dynamo of the imagination?