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Post by anirbas on Feb 21, 2019 21:54:08 GMT -6
one consecutive number
after another strung upon a high wire
of logical thought let loose
the invention of someone else's mind
not my own...an abacus...
beads on a high wire...
blank without faces...
without rhyme or reason...
no reference to season...
no agenda save simultaneous
baptism in the truth
the breaking down of illusions...
one right after another...
numbers do not lie...
words do...words do...
words create worlds
that do not exist...
words bespeak of feelings
later rescinded...
words paint pictures
that are not there...
even in the mind of the painter...
numbers paint nothing...
just added together
they tell the truth...
~Sabrina.
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Post by darkness0within on Feb 25, 2019 7:58:06 GMT -6
Excellent thought provoking write anirbas.
Goes to show that numbers are a safe bet. But does that really add up?
I think we would lose something of the human condition. Creativity would be stifled. Love becomes just an algorithm for reproduction. And life and death just a statistic.
But there is certainly no numbers involved in the writing of this great write my friend.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2019 22:03:33 GMT -6
Thank you for your read and comments, Darkness.
As a poet and wannabe writer I adore words, of course, mi compadre. But, as a human, I've seen times words were useless. Flimsy
as a house of cards, creating castles in the air of the mind, that don't exist in reality. Other than in the mind of the word spewer.
Even the word truth is ambiguous at best. Truth can be different to many people depending on their perspective and life experiences.
Numbers, though, are immaculate. No distillation of summation due to circumstances, per se. Numbers don't care about the truth. Anyone's truth.
All numbers care about is the answer.
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Post by darkness0within on Feb 27, 2019 7:53:39 GMT -6
All very true anirbas. Words are just a representation of the thoughts and feelings of the person using them. The problem lies in the fact that many use words to hide their true being. Or are unable to translate or express what is in their minds for many reasons.
But words, when used well, can express the human condition in ways that numbers cannot.
Numbers are immaculate, but cold and clinical. numbers can explain the universe as we understand it at this time, but this even will be subject to change as humans progress through time. But what they cannot do is express the feelings of humanity, and explain the motivations of why this or that happened through time. It just becomes a statistic. how could someone express a bereavement and how it effects them. Or Love and marriage, children and the joy it gives to them in numbers?
Words are as powerful, or as weak as the person delivering them.
Truth as you say is in the eye of the beholder. Many politicians are adept at giving a truth on a bed of lies. Vague answers to questions, exaggerations and manipulations of the truth that holds appeal to some and makes people follow different paths, (what ever they may be).
And this is excellent thought provoking write anirbas.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 27, 2019 20:38:30 GMT -6
But, of course, mi compadre, I agree with all of the above. I am after all, supposedly a poet and a wannabe writer. I collect words like other women collect baubles and clothes and manicures. Nothing is finer nor more powerful or empowering than the written word. It's magical. It can both create worlds and destroy worlds.
Numbers, too, have a magic all of their own. It took me a long time to realize that. It was sort of an epiphany of mine, that led to this piece. I'd just been betrayed by someone I trusted the integrity of above all others. While I was sitting there wishing I wasn't so blindsided by this self professed being of love and light that had become a being of betrayal and blight right before my disbelieving eyes and ears, I found myself wishing I was an abacus, a painless, easy on the heart existence. Hahaha.
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Post by darkness0within on Mar 13, 2019 7:41:56 GMT -6
Trouble is anirbas we all tend to believe that the people around us share the same, or similar thoughts and feelings we hold within us, or at least common ground. However everyone is different. There are similarities with some of course, but the gradients of thoughts and feelings are as many as the atoms in the universe. And nothing stays the same. The complexity of the human condition, and the environment people live in makes this so I believe.
I think even a supercomputer would not be able to figure this out.
We hold infinite possibilities for good, and bad. And through the twists and turns of life we play out quite a few of those. A throw of the dice sometimes can take us to unknown places, physically, or mentally.
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