As It Is

A word is a word, is a picture, is a letter, it's a thought performing a function in a word. A link to a string wrapped in a bow of insight.

       But it's still just a word, put a word in a sentence, any sentence, it's a statement, it is a stroke of a paintbrush, it is a vision for your mind, it's an opinion, it's a reality or fantasy.

        A word is just that, a word. Words. I love a fine word. The word is what I express with. Paint a story, paint a smile, stroke of genius, irrelevant statement. Does it matter? I string the thought into letters into the word, into the sentence, all derivative of the mind.

       Read. Reading is sisterhood to the word. One doesn't exist without the other. I read. Read the stop sign, read the milk carton, read the novels, read the words put in front of me. It's a man on a hilltop who wrote the note and left it there to be found. It's the journal that hides in recesses of space waiting to be discovered, it's the handwritten letter from a friend.

       To write is to give, as to read is to take.
To write is to grieve, to read is to receive.
To write is to express, to read is to absorb.
To write is to give a central part of yourself, to read is to understand.
To find the darkness and brilliant light and the signs of humanity, this is true exploration.
Unions of mind, thought, expression, understanding, knowledge, unknown and life.
If I could read the words of a 1000 unknown souls I would be richer in spirit and thought.

       Thoughts. The thought is the starting point, with everything we do. Break it down in any manner pleasant enough for the thought to accept, but it's still the thought that starts anything and everything. It's the thought that brings the words, it's the thought that enacts the action. It's the words or voice that show the thought.

       This walking, talking, reading, writing thought learned a valuable lesson today. The reading that became the painting, that came to a thought, that brought forth an emotion, that became the words, into the sentence, that became the insult, to another thought. In other words, my words to another brought forth a spew of defensive and irritated thoughts.

I found this interesting indeed. I am not sorry for the honesty and concern I wrote, I am regretful for the interpretation it created.

       Public consumption of thoughts, words, and reading can be a precarious combination of opinions, understanding and thought. Obviously a fine line must be drawn, a personal one, and I was able to distinguish that for myself today. It was a fine lesson to learn and I will keep that in mind as I paint a picture for the people who gift me with their reading of my words.

Give and Take, as it should be. Read and Write as we should. Thought and Choice, as it is.

As Always, these are my thoughts......................