Life, Right?
About four years ago now, I had an epiphany. Or several, in succession, I guess. Epiphanies. It's strange how it happens. I had heard the words so many times, had filed them away in my brain. I understood what they meant. Of course I did, I speak English fairly well, most days. But I didn't understand what they meant . Because the meaning of things is not in words, it is what the words point to. The moon is not the word "moon", for example, it is a celestial satellite being pulled around by the Earth while tugging back in its own way. And it is much more even than that. I had somehow, though, through the process of growing up and being a person, come to internalize words in such a way that the words were understood, but often the things they represented were not understood, and I left it that. I was basically fine with that. Anyway, my big epiphany was this: I am not my thoughts. A phrase I had heard befor...