Wednesday, March 16, 2011

hearts to binary

I always forget how good it feels to build up an idea, to chew up the bitter husk of a concept and spit out a gleaming nut of wisdom. To punctuate in a few paragraphs of a tiny essay the wicked things that churn through a persons mind and body as they make their way through life. To experiment with the language in a way that we intend to become more exact and technical than dull impersonal words like love and caring, hope and fear. These are primitive words unimproved for hundreds if not thousands of languid years. We still call it fate when we feel powerlessly drawn to an outcome, a primal helplessness wrapped up in a sad meaningless word and thrown amidst a world of electrons and space rocks. It is a flagrant alien in a world that needed science to stop worshiping volcanoes and avoiding bacon. And when I am done chewing the though experiment it seems hard to write down a few pages of connected things. I never remember how it flows from finger to finger.