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The interesting things that can only be said in the languege of our movements. I wonder what else is hidden in the things unsaid. The more I live the more I think words are so unimportant. I am starting not to say things. To just belive that my doing is what counts it is hard not to be someone of words when we grow up using them as our only main way of comunicating. The more fragile things are the more misunderstood we all become. Things change so quickly what does it matter lest our resolve remains the same. constant the tide is yet ever different and changing much the same as our lives. I find this interesting how can we hope to think of what is to come when that changes from moment to moment to plan for the future is irrelivent and insubstantial sence as we plan eaven our plans change no moment the same constantly growing and moveing. I only wish some things could reamain ever constant and unchanging. Though the change is good but to be unknown and to constantly be revamping who you are and what you can and can't do and having to cope all the time with the things that cause us to cry or to rejoice. Even to be able to enjoy what awsome strange things cross my path. In ways I am trying to keep my mouth shut letting me see what others read. interesting but I wonder if others understand my strange silence. I know what I think how I feel now at this moment. What I plan now and what I hope for. I wonder how much of that will change. I wonder how much trust we can really have in each other with how everchanging all things are. The only hope in such a world is to be able to flow with the everchanging movement. To glide along it as a manta ray in the sea. I only hope I am as gracefull in this life.