the wedge within the tree

I find luxury in the principles of English language, more specifically: that I can use a particular word, in similar context, and still have an appropriate meaning, separate from one's understanding. This beauty of festive color between a communal yet diverse society, giving word or thought the ability and authority to cause any sort of consequence one can think to imagine, regardless of credibility or respect. The noisy giant; causing war, divorce, hate, love, peace, unity, you are omnipotent.


There is so much more to that of indifference.
And what more importance is there to that of indifference? Ignorance, uncertainty?
It does not change my life.
For no man knows the season or the time.
Nor does man understand the impressions left from a spoken word.

One has effect because another acts upon the belief.

This luxury I find is a bit more self-centered than perhaps previously assessed.
I need a wedge of an oak tree, not an ax or a sling.