Good Morning.

Language is very important. Constantly there is a metamorphosis of words from one thing to another. Those in the know, know and those others are just posers.

Where you realize your own err is when you discard the costume you've obtained in favor of more genuine articles. Particles of speech even envelope the weary mind for this practice of unkind relevance.

What then of the ocean? Ii is not that important, is it? The ocean is salt water, sure. The ocean also has a name. What name is the ocean, your ocean, called?

Words spoken. Words that are provocative. Words made to spell things. Ironic that to spell one uses letters and the letters spell words and words are a spell, a prayer, a poem, an incantation, an episode, a story, a lie or a curse.

How exhaustive it is, then, to find the right words and sift through the grunts, hums, pops, tics, whistles, burps, aspirates and stops. You were a baby, once, do you remember trying to make the sentences?

Today, think about the language and words you use. Carefully construct the message. Enjoy the dialogue. When things get heated. Be silent. Your meter, foot and rhythm are well beyond the fortress of artificial boated algorithms. You don't need them to make anything. It's sweeping your own life under the rug or pulling your own rug from under you and saving face by calling it a magic carpet ride.