A Clear Pool

When something is transformed from thoughts or memories into words it becomes real. And in that moment it also becomes an illusion, something fragile and disposable. The reality is the acknowledgement that the speaker makes of those things, but the illusion is the impression that the words leave behind. The only real thing about them is the perception of them in the mind of the speaker, but the truth is not in words. Words are like smoke. No matter how dense it is and how close it may seem to being tangible, it can always be passed through and it will always dissipate. No matter how much one tries to speak the truth and release the thoughts that burden them, all that can be expelled is an interpretation structured from the language you know. But if you don't understand what is in your heart, those words are futile. And when you think you understand and try to express that meaning from your heart, those words are delusions. Words, afterall, are merely arbitrary symbols of concep...

It's kind of interesting what it means to not be a part of a group... ...(forgive me, I'm about to rant)... By that I mean a group that is oppressed, mistreated, or really just not in a position to change for the better on its own. I mean a group whose problems are pretty obviously from the way "society" or "the majority" treat them. This could really be anything, but usually it's social. There are groups because of institutional labels such as "race", "sexuality", "religion", "political ideals", "gender", "wealth", the list goes on. Maybe I've been brainwashed by "the system" in some way by my education (particularly my World History, Sociology, Philosophy, World Literature, and Linguistics classes... pretty much any class I actually enjoyed and cared to study hard for) even though my own assumptions were quite far removed from textbook notions...or maybe I just think too mu...