December 25, 2020
Falling behind at the end of the year and catch up feels like hard work. The words should flow but they donít and catch and snag, refusing to flow into neat sentences filled with cogent ideas. In the past, I have blamed the lack of ideas and that seemed the cause. Today I will present a different a suggestion, that the ideas are not lacking but the mechanism to construct language is skipping, the gears are not meshing, and a formless sense, a dream-like space is growing where logic and language once held court. Around words, an idea has formed.