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. 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?