Of My Own Write

Part One of Many Such Parts: On Non-Sentences & Derived Meaning

Like everyone my age, I started writing sentences around three quarters past four. Meddling with the arrangement of words in my own write kept me intrigued.

He reads his own write, after all.

Sentence writing tends to be an expression of thought. Maybe about eternalizing something of perceived brilliance. A word jumble that projects outer-worldly views of the world, by the world, for the world.

But something interesting happens when a right write is read. The jumble breeds contemplation. And from contemplation comes meaning. Yet this meaning may differ from what was originally intended; almost as if the original write was unable to sufficiently capture the thought behind it. It isn't the writer's write anymore. It is the write of the reader. And the reader explicitly resolves the derived meaning in one of three ways:

Choose to internalize it, and come to terms with the write and the self-pride that follows (“Ah, I get it!”).
Choose to ignore it, and feel restless for being unable to make sense of the write (“Is this write even right!?”).
Choose to express it, and engage in a worldly discourse, and yet feel unfinished about the true meaning of the write (“Was it really that simple?”).

So is there a right choice? Maybe, maybe not. But that’s beside the point. By defining choices, we impose structured categorization. We’re creating branches to choose from. And even not choosing one could be viewed as a choice. Such is the nature of order.

First, there is order.
Then, there is an order.
Then, the only order.
And then, that is the only order that there must be.

Internalize it, express it, or ignore it, the meaning doesn’t really matter. It flows within and without you. The careless write could care less, while also clearly arguing for an ordered civil structure in that of the literate write.

Moving slightly out of context, let us consider an English jumble of reasonable reasonableness:

The true meaning of truth lies in the truth itself, and that challenges the very nature of truth.

Just the right amount of meaninglessness in there to evoke contemplative thought. A great non-sentence.

But the write also said, “A piece so beautifully constructed, that it radiates meaning out of its parts than as a whole.”. I called it the unholy stick approach.

In fact, this very write uses several unholy sticks taken out of context, that work well when taken out of context.

Rightfully so, his writing is of his own write.

From meaninglessness comes meaning. And from meaning comes meaninglessness. As Alan Wake put it, “It is not a loop, it is a spiral.” And so is my own write.