It is a fact no
longer capable of eluding the author's notice that the most valid of his
points continue to be obfuscated by the awful inadequacies of his language,
the lack of precision where precision is required and the inability to
acheive abstraction where abstraction is requisite, and as both combine
with the inherent emotional distance of print and its attendant assumptions
as regards generalization and relationships with various variously accepted
authorities the author is coming to realize that not only is it becoming
incumbent that he achieve a greater clarity to have his desired impact,
but that it is indeed an obligation to push this language around until
it says what he means. Because what he means is possibly worth examination
for more than its attempt at defining or redefining our relationships with
ourselves and with the other, but perhaps also that the form it takes alludes
to concepts that elude cursory examination, which escape even the author's
conscious grasp as they squeeze their way through what is, believe it or
not, the most economical use of words possible for the author while still
conveying his entire meaning. Because it is not necessarily necessary that
the artist understand the entire implication of their own work, it is actually
probably preferable when the attempt is not too forcefully made, as that
really is the opportunity for divine intervention; it is when the creator
simply gives thanks for being allowed to create, creates then steps aside
that the creations are truly imbibed with a life of their own, a life that
can teach lessons far deeper than the wisdom of the mere creator. But this
is an inherent truth that the author has yet to successfully articulate,
although he claims to understand it and that he will eventually explain
it, that the grasping after the other is the shattering of the all-self,
that creating any division is falsity and weakness, and that merely by
codifying ideas into language, worst of all mass produced language, they
are immediately destroyed and chipped forever from the one-thought. And
it is because the perception destroys the truth of the perceived that these
words must be sharpened to razor thin perfection, that they slice without
pain by virtue of their lightness, strength and economy of means, even
if it does all seem frilly and poetic, or circuitous and intentionally
almost impenetrable, it actually is the bare minimum needed to carry the
weight of its real import, and that import is so inescapably critical that
the author is driven on and on to say it again and again.
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