In building short hand, a degree of expression is reached that can and does generate the rare joy of identity and naming. Mapping. Map with as much resolution as can be mustered. How else can a clearer understanding be reached! Shouting is not permitted. How else can a clearer understanding be reached. How else can a clearer understanding be reached?
From its surface metaphor appears lazy. Jagged. Elliptical. Fragmented. Excessive. Dumb. Misguided. Glittery. Vain. Hyperbolic. Binary. From its surface it's a lot of things, directly below perception it is incandescent. A bit of metal chewed fast and friction enough to trace a retina and leave shades.
It is one of the few things all languages have in common. A short hand.
Some mental disorders may fall just outside of the curve of the metaphorist. Not in terms of comprehension, but in terms of time. Around folks speaking the common language and sparking, some will see the shades and some will project the shades and be able to predict from the point of a sound.
The problem, a problem, arises with metaphor's other power.
In its ability to link ideas and present a universe whose limits, as humans, are the speed of salts in brains and quantum entanglement, it can also cross time. Places and spaces you've never been and people you've never known. Places and spaces no one has ever seen and places and spaces heard of dreams.
I guess what I'm saying is consciousness of metaphors power can unleash and enable some ridiculous and unaccounted for futures. It can describe the present you are in to people you will never meet in the future. It can describe someone's past you've never met before in all of your days on Earth or in space or outside of the common dimension. It can define the undefinable. Free the interned and capture the holy. It is powerful and infinite. Innocent and horror. Dirge and beautiful.
As close to time travel as humans may ever reach. With metaphor, the past is present - the future too - all in the space of a gesture, a syllable, a smell, a touch - a note. A one. A zero. In sequence. That's why it is a two way gate. Futures can be created inside of them and the past can manifest with a breath and a blink through the same swinging door.
///Dirty Projectors & Bjork - (When the World Comes to an End) for a long time
From its surface metaphor appears lazy. Jagged. Elliptical. Fragmented. Excessive. Dumb. Misguided. Glittery. Vain. Hyperbolic. Binary. From its surface it's a lot of things, directly below perception it is incandescent. A bit of metal chewed fast and friction enough to trace a retina and leave shades.
It is one of the few things all languages have in common. A short hand.
Some mental disorders may fall just outside of the curve of the metaphorist. Not in terms of comprehension, but in terms of time. Around folks speaking the common language and sparking, some will see the shades and some will project the shades and be able to predict from the point of a sound.
The problem, a problem, arises with metaphor's other power.
In its ability to link ideas and present a universe whose limits, as humans, are the speed of salts in brains and quantum entanglement, it can also cross time. Places and spaces you've never been and people you've never known. Places and spaces no one has ever seen and places and spaces heard of dreams.
I guess what I'm saying is consciousness of metaphors power can unleash and enable some ridiculous and unaccounted for futures. It can describe the present you are in to people you will never meet in the future. It can describe someone's past you've never met before in all of your days on Earth or in space or outside of the common dimension. It can define the undefinable. Free the interned and capture the holy. It is powerful and infinite. Innocent and horror. Dirge and beautiful.
As close to time travel as humans may ever reach. With metaphor, the past is present - the future too - all in the space of a gesture, a syllable, a smell, a touch - a note. A one. A zero. In sequence. That's why it is a two way gate. Futures can be created inside of them and the past can manifest with a breath and a blink through the same swinging door.
///Dirty Projectors & Bjork - (When the World Comes to an End) for a long time
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