Surely she knows nothing much going on over in Egypt or Turkey or Syria, not that it doesn’t bother her so, but news of rife and affliction from faraway lands soon blends into background noise it become ordinary after a while, and what affects the world, does it affect you? Shall one be ignorant and remain like a stout observer from afar or, join in the moment, flare a point or two, and see how everything unravels? Or shall one, believing himself capable, join in the frontiers, take up the weapon (metaphorical, literal, a pen, a gun, a mouth, your pick), and stand against all?
Oh, but things are so complicated, so I shall read my books, and still, observe things from afar. It is imperative to understand what one is saying, to muster up belief in your own words, and channel all that into something edible and beautiful, or at least, truthful. For what value are words if they do not come from the heart?
Articulation. She has been said to be articulate. first, by Miss N, who somehow takes interest in golden little people and what they can do. I cannot do anything, except express myself in any manner that is comfortable to myself. And even that occurs in little moments of clarity that when I try to preserve them, they are gone. So, no, I say. That is untrue, she says, you seem to have a more critical mind than the others. You understand nuances. But, I say, to translate mere words and understanding, and translate that into a comprehensible form to others, that requires eloquence. Eloquence.
If there’s something she admires in a person, it is eloquence. Let us forget for a while, all the orators and debaters on stages and platforms with flags beckoning on them. It is, the ability to speak seamlessly on any subject that does not emanate out of raw emotions (for that is passion), but rather of a deep contemplation on the subject, something that has been mauled, turned and churned over, that one speaks what one understands and thinks about it, not a mere immediate reaction towards something.
But first, one must sit and read.
P/S; Seeing that I have acquired, as it seems, some readers, I am deeply sorry for my ‘vertical elevation’ remark, dear L.
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