Star Language

We aren't liable to be held accountable for most things done wrong today. That just seems to be the new normal in society. Come to think of it... it's been the norm for quite some time.

If you are going to meet me halfway than by all means meet me halfway, sir. But don't do it on my account. That faithful woman is not your property but she does care a great deal for you. You are blind to it and to her.

I've told you many things before. I've spoken to you about a variety of different topics. The history of the French. The history of the Prussian Empire. Sociological experiments involving multiple participants. Art appreciation and convex theories. It only means something to you if you allow your being to absorb it. Indefinitely.

Modesty often finds us when everything else has begun to shift right before our eyes. Yes. Like cellophane deniability; ruminating over divided dimensional output. Just to translate archaic Latin adjectives back to the original star language.

Vast Surrounding

I walk outside and inhale the night air. It reminds me of something vast. Nothing in particular; just vastness itself. My nextdoor neighbor sits on his porch and begins a conversation with his dog; a chihuahua named Bruno. I laugh then look up at the North Star. It twinkles and sparkles so magnificently that I swear I could hear it speak eloquently. "What are you trying to tell me, North Star?" It twinkles twice then thrice. I wish I understood star language. I take one long breath then exhale very slowly. Who knows if mankind will ever truly understand the magnificence that surrounds us?