How can I send my ultimate peace and love towards someone? how can I help the ones around me? the ones whom I observe need help? how can I help the loved ones I know feel pain? whom I know have worries and anxieties? How can I help them when I feel the same worries, the same anxieties, the same pains? How can I give them my support? How can I show them my support? my full and unbiased love? my ultimate compassion and strength? how can I support someone who is not close to me? who is thousands of miles away? that I haven't seen for months? for years? whom I have never met? Only with my words, with my edited and coalesced thoughts, the written word can transmit so much, so much more than just talking in sound would get across, so much more then a video of seeing someone talking would hope to get across. I find the edited, written, well thought out communication of language at it's highest, pulled out to form the meaning so difficult to convey, to understand, yet in the endless abstraction of words, in the infinite hierarchies of contextual placement, in the modes chosen of communication, in the endless additional layers of complexity and understanding thrown on top of the underlying words, and these layers themselves so often misunderstood, so often misinterpreted, only serving to undermine the very meaning intended to be conveyed by the author. The razor of language has a discretionary power to isolate and identify thoughts, to find them as common between minds, this power is so often lost if the words and meaning are misunderstood between the relevant parties that are trying to mutually understand each other. I find in text messages, if I don't give myself adequate time to proofread my writing, all too often I find it can be interpreted radically different from what I intended, and with minor editing my words become all the more clear, indeed the conceptualization of my own thoughts can themselves so often clarify and become more tangible through this process of rereading and editing of my own writing, it almost seems to take on supernatural powers in achieving the clarity of thought I have so long tried to find in communication. In speech, I often fall to silence for a similar reason, I internalize my own thoughts to a point where I fail to communicate at all. I can recall going back into childhood instructions to think before you speak, almost being drilled into my mind by others who didn't like how I spoke out, from authoritarian or responsible adults, it was almost like a mantra spoken to children who are unruly, but I took it to heart in a certain way. It was realized at a young age if I took time to really think about what to say, I could say something that would genuinely impress people, and conversely, if I spoke with no regard to what I said, I could genuinely insult people, leading to points of both extremes during my development, indeed I can still see echoes of this personality surviving to the present day in my self. I can enter into a conversation, then fall mute into my own internal dialogue, pressing on for so long, 15-20-30 minutes, that the other party will often leave. I do not personally regard this as a passive-aggressive display, though many might interpret it as such, and I do not deny in some scenarios or situations I probably do act out in this manner for purely passive aggressive reasons, but I feel in most often it is simply a loss of words, a pressure of speech leading to a pressure of silence, a desire to say too much, to not want to press, to withhold allowing myself to become manic, to not overflow information into someone else, not to push outward so deeply with the stream of my thoughts. Almost as if a finger was on my shoulder, holding me back from any speech, something withholding to be silent, to not speak, to hold back for that moment from interacting at all. Simply content in deep introversion. it most often must be somewhat offputting for anyone attempting to interact with myself when I close off in such an abrupt manner, and I apologize to those I have closed off to when they needed someone to talk to, and not simply someone to listen. I now see my role in needing to interact in such a situation, despite even falling into such an internal escape again I must raise myself out of it to become fully present in the situation.

Communication is the voice of god, it is the transmission of the divine internal universe of each soul, it is a window into the unique perspective we each are bound to witness all through this consciousness, communication is the eternalizing of a moment, sharing of a time and place, bridging a time in space, sharing the window we hold to the world. Through only communication does music transcend souls, can languages forms, will philosophy enlighten, can cultures grow, can minds connect, can humans share life's experiences, share thoughts, share ideas, share love, share beliefs, share ideas. Our minds, our beliefs, indeed what we think, are not inescapable from the roots we share in others, in others minds, in the culture, in the beliefs, in the world we share and receive all we know from, for we all share this same earth, I am consoled in the knowledge that no thought of mine is unique, not thought is not known to another, that every word I speak is of another's minds, that I am not alone in what I know, my view and the way I see the world is not unknown. My knowledge was only found on my path, with whatever hardship it has led me to where I am today, as chaotic as the dance of life on earth appears, as much as no person knows what direction they lead towards, as much as the sun will rise in the morning as surely as it will set tonight, I know the beauty of the world is found within each living soul as equal as every space in-between, as all are pure consciousness, pure love, pure bliss.

I love you as the stars and the sun above, as the earth and all within it, as each space between every object in the sky, as every living being and as every friend, every love, every person I have ever known, as I love myself, as pours throughout and within every space, I love you.

Wonder not my distant love of what the stars in' store for ustimes magnetism draws us close brings blisses not unknown moments spent in solace find internal lightens all shores thrust uponshone darkness lost through light was found sends souls flight onx