My You.

I never thought I would be doing this. Writing on a website so others can read it for enjoyment. Writing besides fiction anyways. I'll try to do Enlightenment writing, or at least some writing that shakes what you think about yourself and the close relationships that tie your emotions and feelings to a pattern and rhythm of monotony. In small words, the usual try to change your perspective at least in your imagination so you know how it feels to be in another reality. One where everything is knowledge, and everything is power.

Why are you, you? I believe the moment you begin reading what I'm writing, you are not longer yourself, but part of you become part of me, while at the same time I'm becoming a part of you. Why you may ask? Because of language. There's a fiction passed as reality on the norm of thinking, that language is an expression, a mirror of reality. Apple is an apple because we saw an apple once, and decided to call it apple. But of course, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. What does the word apple as reflection, has to do with health, or doctors for that matter. But Language itself it's a web, a series of meaning constructed socially. Words gain meaning from our social, psychological, biological, and religiosity interaction.

Why are you, me? The moment you begin reading, you being seeing words, your mind begins to play. Like.. a simple game of Checkers. Words are movements in a game. A game we already started. In your mind, words began answering and moving along, linking your entire life and history to this simple post. Your mind continues what I write. If you, as a reader, ever writes. Someday you'll think of my words, and someday I'll read it, and someday I'll write and think of your words that came from my words. At the end, you become part of me. And I become part of you. Now, crown me.