Words. A set of sounds in random order.
The meaning means nothing. Only our relationship to those sounds or the facial expressions of the person saying them. But reptilian functions and thousands of years of evolution take their toll.
Our progress scores another curveball, and it flies with even greater speed into our foreheads. This sword is mutually sharp. Even a compliment to the wrong person becomes a stab in the back one day.
And then words mean more than they should.
We've given many things names. And we keep doing it, but it only gets worse. Instead of growing understanding, feeling and communication, indifference, incomprehension and detachment grows.
If I don't understand what you're saying, what's the point?
Catch up.
But why? For the sake of whom? For what? To be farther and farther away from yourself...
It seems that the top of this world is playing a game of inventing new words or giving new meaning to old words. The road is not there.
More like a road to nowhere...
To me, any flower is a flower. Red or yellow. Green, big, beautiful, smells, blooms. I'm a rude bastard. But a flower carries more messages than its name. If it's a beloved woman's favorite plant, it's love. If it grows through concrete, it's steel. If it's in the desert, it's life. No matter what.
There are simple words. There are simple thoughts. And there are always simple meanings.
And I really don't know what this flower is called...
I've always liked the Native American approach. In a couple of hundred words, you can describe the whole world, including your feelings and your devotion. And it always sounds brilliant, huh? All geniuses are simple...
An iPhone with one button and now no buttons.
All round objects.
All hugs.
And all simple words...
Children who know four or five words can solve all problems until adults intervene. Give, take, go, look, try.
Notice how well they understand each other?
As opposed to the thousands of politicians who operate with millions of terms, strategies, approaches and tactics. A secret strategy against those they serve and who elected them... There are some simple answers to the question. Yes and no. Everything in between falls, just as shells are now falling on this supposedly immortal earth.
It's not all that unambiguous...
It's been pretty unambiguous for a long time, if you go back to the origins. There are a few words, as there are a few feelings. Everything in between is just another set of sounds. Where wind has more meaning than all of that.
The meanings of the words. No.
The meanings are within.
Hive savings report
I will continue to play the game in the numbers of my achievements on Hive. Below is a table of my daily accumulation of Hive, HP, and layer 2 tokens:
The second day of the month, and I'm buying DHEDGE. There are high hopes for it, but it's already paying off for me every day. So I have no fear of losing anything in it...
For now ⬇️
Savings today is $1296.
Hive On! Hive Five! Stay ALIVE!
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