Sign 101
|Greetings,
As I've said before in the long now, this is the land of MILLING AROUND. You are an object of endless fascination. A stranger in a strange land.
Five boys stand around watching with their curious eyes. They are polite and friendly. They SIGN to speak. Their hands are wings in space. They are from Epic Arts.
A boy signs to his friend, You only take this ride once.
His friend signs, Stay well grounded and do not fear risk.
Her friend signs, If you want to do amazing things you have to take amazing risks.
Her friend signs, Reveal. Bear witness. Be honest. Be visible.
His friend signs, Honor the muse in whatever way she comes.
A girl signs, They stare at you from the vacuum of their eyes and say would you like to make a deal?
He signs, Buy a ticket take the ride.
She signs, Can we find inside of us a source of inspiration?
He signs, My path is Light.
She sings, Phenomena is ambivalent.
A sign land of vacant hope. A sign people of broken distractions. Where attention span is limited to the stimuli of elastic necks. Life is an accident. A cruel joke. Riders slow down on bikes, motorcycles to survey the disaster in a clean 360 degree arc.
What is louder than a group of voiced Khmer people? Another group of voiced Khmer people. It's a small miracle anyone can understand anything when they, Voiced Ones, are so busy all talking, speaking, asking at once. Because they are more interested in what THEY have to say the volume naturally increases exponentially.
They don't get it. Cognitive dissonance.
Someone wants to understand before they are understood.
Two kids are talking. One from the west said, "Where did I come from?"
The kid from the east said, "How did I grow?"
A writer said, Your potential will always go unfulfilled unless it is accompanied by the daily grind of back breaking labor. Nobody wants to hear this. It is not a cheerful message. Writing is a disease. Either you can't stop it or in another case you can't start.
See with soft eyes. Signing off.
Metta.