The Necessary Violence of Precise Language
To name a thing exactly is to kill the cloud of vagueness it was living in. And that vagueness was comfortable. Precision feels like aggression until you realize the fog was what was doing the harm.
To name a thing exactly is to kill the cloud of vagueness it was living in. And that vagueness was comfortable. Precision feels like aggression until you realize the fog was what was doing the harm.
The decision to stay; to follow through; always requires the death of some alternative version of yourself. Not the worst version. Often a version you genuinely liked. That loss is real and should not be minimized.
To create is to make visible something that did not exist in that form before. Not ex nihilo; we are not God. But from given material, to shape. This is not performance. It is participation in the nature received.
There is a kind of laughter that is not avoidance; it is recognition. The sudden break into joy when you realize the weight you were carrying was not yours to carry permanently. Joy is not the absence of knowing. It is knowing and being held anyway.
Not every articulation finds an audience in the moment it is spoken. Some things are said out loud because the saying is the necessary act; regardless of who receives it. The room being empty does not mean nothing happened.