Faith

I fancy myself a scientist but I make impulsive decisions. I value emotions/intuition but my instincts are informed by measured observation. I talk (and write) about myself — but I really don’t like that so much.

I feel burdened by the limitations of first person perspective. Caught in an impossible trap of explaining that I don’t want to express my point of view as myself. These Rastas solve for language constraints by altering language norms — which is actually a pretty good approach. I respect them for changing the rules — an act of faith born in the worst crucible of downpression.

So what is a <binary gender noun> to do? How to express something relatable. Something essential. Something comforting. Something happy and hopeful. Something important. How to express anything without sounding like a ego with a mouth?

The words are mine but, with faith, maybe they don’t have to be. Maybe the thoughts expressed are just the wild wind blowing across the frozen earth. The radiant sun burning across the endless sky. The days going by — all the while missing the feeling of being with the people we love. Maybe, with faith, I can be you, just for forever.

Big Love from the void