Sai come parlare senza parole?
Non è silenzio, anzi
Funziona come una propria lingua.
Il linguaggio del corpo.
Ringhi, sbuffi, rimrombi.
Significano tutto.
Sai come capire senza parlole.
Un ringhio, un sbuffo, un rimbombo.
Il rumore ti significa qualcosa.
Per quella verità,
Sono grat* a Lei.
Let’s play with some archetypes,
Shall we?
If they each came from one imagination,
Does that make every one
A part of that psyche?
I love watching you color in your pages.
The way you determine where to place each tone,
The mix of considered strokes and impulsive slips,
The willingness to both sketch and color the book.
I watch with anticipation.
I try to predict where the lines and colors will fall.
I don’t always predict right,
But I have a decent enough track record.
You show me where you want to go,
So I watch and wait and
Try to give you steps forward.
The path is yours to travel,
And I’m grateful to join in,
Grateful to know what it means
To feel pride for others.
What's in a name?
Some would have you think "nothing",
But I say otherwise.
It's all in the name.
Don't deny it.
But
What's in the name to
You?
Is it the one that exists to meet you
Where you are?
The one that you know
You could live without?
The one whose time
You feel is disposable?
Or
Is it one that commands
The utmost respect?
The one that you know
Will demand your best?
The one who you understand
Will hold you to your place?
Hear me when I say
You best be aware of the ones who will
Snap you back into place
Without a second thought
To your pride.
So,
What's in the name
To you?
<What are you willing to lose in order to gain?>
What’s the nature of the toll?
<Name your price.>
If I close my eyes,
It’s as if I’m spinning.
I’ve no sense where north is.
I could fall out right here,
But something keeps me upright.
Maybe it’s centrifugal force…
Whatever the case
It’s my senses that keep me planted
In the moment
Like a magnetized pull.
I thought I was helping you,
But I was also hurting myself.
It's not your fault that I chose to go out.
I had to sink before I could swim again,
And the other side is like a first breath.
What am I forgetting?
I don't know anymore.
But I feel that my hands are empty
when it should not be so.
I'll have to gather the forgotten pieces later.
What do we do when
No one is in control?
How many times can we start over
before judgment day?
Will a spark burn down our progress,
Or
Can we endure long enough to see the roots flourish.
Ci piacerebbe.
…dove andremo?
…dove ci troveremo?
Sei figo. Sapevi?
In fatti è la verità.
Mi sente come se stessimo percorrendo
Senza la mappa,
Però
Non importa finché
Impariamo insieme dove andremo.
Let’s play a game.
You poke me,
And I’ll swing at you.
Let’s test our wits.
I’ll follow your instructions,
But you’ll have to predict the loopholes.
It’s all fun in balance.
Can a scorpion resist using its stinger?
Can a tiger change its stripes?
I doubt it.
From particles we are gathered together,
And
To particles we return.
One is all; all is one.
It's the circle of life.
So,
Surely we can feed ourselves
Through this loop…
Right?
Right.
What about the dead?
Might we feed them too?
The dead decay into the soil
Ready to be consumed
By the living.
Let not their offering be in vein.
Absorb their nutrients…
Metabolize them…
Fertilize them…
Then
We might find we
Can give life to the dead.
So then
They might find
They have strength to depart.
Le mucche sembrano strane.
Sono è nascite solo per essere cibo
Dal umano.
Ma non questa mucca.
Quest’una è importantissima.
Giusto perché
È viva.
In una statua di plastica
Il secreto dorma.
Mentre l’orologio guarda,
Il cerchio resta all'interno.
Why is it easier to learn bad on accident?
Why is it so hard to unlearn bad?
Well...
Perhaps it's that we can see the long road ahead,
Or perhaps it's that we can't see ahead after all.
But...
We can see behind us,
And
It's probably a longer path behind us,
So more to see and get out.
Yeah maybe.
Lab.
The practice arena.
A training ground.
A controlled space where the rules are plain.
Touchpoint.
Involved, but not always significant.
The slope forms.
Finish line.
A goal is set.
It's not about reaching the line.
It's the intent to try that marks this presence.
Bond.
Forged through chemicals.
Sometimes forgotten.
Always in effect.
Have you ever been shocked by a cat?
You go to caress the soft fur when suddenly
The experience turns painful.
Have you ever learned from a cat?
They will not come by prompting.
It must be their own decision.
But also
That just means the work morphs
From patience to maintenance.
Their attention is not free
To choose
Out of convenience.
So work every
Day
To earn their presence.
