Its so important to have a language in which one can recognise oneself, after a dear space's lose one tend to die, i'm in search of my language,,, the silence that i keep these dats from blogs is partially due to frustration of being unable to put myself in language knowable to others,,,
Changes from onw phase to another has also brought loses os dear selves and friends with it...and i tried to put them into a box and mourn for them at times in another blog, but it doesn't end there.i have to go on compensating the loses.
The beginning of new reflections has its beauty but its not as beautiful as it used to be, because i know now it will also pass and "we" will become strangers one fine morning and will have to search for the other's beauty with much effort if at all we make an attempt.its not sense of lose but...
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3 comments:
The beauty of language lies in the possibility of the language itself turning strange one day. So why should we pay ritualistic concern to the precision of language? indeed, the beauty of "we" is in the probability that within the "we" there always exists the possibility of "I" and "you" turning into strangers
noooooooooooooo to the first statement. concer to precision of language is not ritualistic, it is genuine need if one really long to reach out to mirrors.no, the beauty of we is in i finding myself through you and letting you find out yourself in someway. the beauty of 'we' is the assurance in the capability of love.
Thanks for writing this.
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