I never know what I say will have what impact. I can put emotion, truth, and words that I hope tells all of my meaning, but it, at times, is lost. Growing better at understanding how people can find themselves to be, and the paths to being, helped, but it never mitigated it. What deeper meaning will I impact if I were to tell a person, “That sounds like a very strong Japanese name.” The person is in fact Chinese. Uh oh. Could they see my desire to know them? Damned be me if I don’t know how to lead into conversation. What if I simply saw a gap and wanted to bridge it? Was my intent seen or was it made by the person? Like a country declaring war for boundaries crossed, their emotion leads them down a path of loss. So tidal is this sometimes it makes the chase harder. But chase I must. Apologies with most endearing tone. Soothing their ego. Thus I can find them again and learn who they are.
But what about more than a person? 2, 3, 4 it doesn’t matter. I’m an insulting person sometimes, but rarely has the most violent of behavior I’ve witnessed not needed more than words. Still the more that came… the less likely there is any listening. A lot of telling. Personalities come out that would not had other words been chosen. Or better yet no words at all. Thus it becomes about projections. Gaps are filled in by others. They write me in their heads, or so I believe. The more a group grows the more it becomes a play. Realities built into true and false. Legitimacy is born. Emotional flow leads towards this. So powerful one person’s words become. None of this is wrong. It’s weirdly natural. Balance in self and the imagined environment beyond that self.
People have even less control at this stage. Words become useless. Our rage, violence, and hatred manifests. Emotional tidal waves some ride for profit and gain. How? What words make the individual feel? Nigger. That’s one today. Who am I that has written this? Does it make you feel anger? Rage and anger are the easiest things to build into a person and a populace. Harder to control but easy to direct. Unless a populace is given some outlet or gets a hold of itself, violence occurs. What would you do if you wanted to spread this around? Well you wouldn’t want to put cameras in the streets and start discussing what social factors built into a community case of violence. No it has to be racism. Continuously speak words that constantly make you feel. Black lives matter. He is literally Hitler. White power. Black power. Speak words that make you revile a scapegoat. Lead you to believe in a singular vision of your surroundings on a vast level. Fester this thought. An ideology dying long before my life began is our singular reason for all the bad shit going on? What is history? Who is Hitler? Who the fuck is Gandhi? People are too easily manipulated. Those last two questions are just proving the point. Nothing to do with anything. Reality isn’t in a book. Reality will never be in a book. Power to the people. Power to the person. May any who reads this be blessed with control over one thing: Themselves. Don’t let the great play devour you. Am I doing it yet? Am I playing this game of words?
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