its been to ordinary

it would seem that i am at a loss for words. i cannot for some reason transfer my thoughts from this tangled web i call a brian to the ten now some what uninspired fingers that are pecking lifelessly at my keyboard. I want nothing more than to sit back and effortlessly communicate with the few whom frequent the pages of my blog.

however some force beyond my understanding seems to be at work turning every idea that i have from a discussion into nothing more than a wisp of words that wafts from my lips, is carried about, tossed to and fro and lost in the winds of translation.

so i leave you now having given you nothing more than what you came with.
as i remain silent somehow struck with a brain complication, may you be found in anticipation of the return of my communication. where in i hope to discuss in detail and in length the decisions that i am deciding, the thoughts that i am thinking, and the life that i am living.

until we meet again on this screen of sight based and thought provoking conversation
i wish you well in all of your endeavors. may they be less complicated and easier communicated than mine.

You perceive the force of a word. He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense. I don’t say this by way of disparagement. It is better for mankind to be impressionable than reflective. Nothing humanely great—great, I mean, as affecting a whole mass of lives—has come from reflection. On the other hand, you cannot fail to see the power of mere words; such words as Glory, for instance, or Pity. I won’t mention any more. They are not far to seek. Shouted with perseverance, with ardor, with conviction, these two by their sound alone have set whole nations in motion and upheaved the dry, hard ground on which rests our whole social fabric. There’s “virtue” for you if you like!… Of course, the accent must be attended to. The right accent. That’s very important. The capacious lung, the thundering or the tender vocal chords. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.
What a dream for a writer! Because written words have their accent, too. Yes! Let me only find the right word! Surely it must be lying somewhere among the wreckage of all the plaints and all the exultations poured out aloud since the first day when hope, the undying, came down on earth. It may be there, close by, disregarded, invisible, quite at hand. But it’s no good. I believe there are men who can lay hold of a needle in a pottle of hay at the first try. For myself, I have never had such luck.
-Joseph Conrad-