"Literary Manifesto" by Gary Nelson

What is man's greatest invention?

Well, language, obviously. When the puzzle of language is shattered into it's little pieces by the meticulous mind of the postmodern philosopher, the pieces can be reordinated to construct laws, essays, books, Internet, dialogue, and all sorts of prose. Each of these listed above is simply a community of words which are arranged together into their own little society by some deviant daring enough to use not but a pen and paper to try and play God, tactfully manifesting the fragments into a particular order which expresses some sort of message which is created from within the fleshy matter which tends to have no option but to spend it's waking days marching between the beats of two eardrums.

These little communities exist as a collage of words. Words are simply a DNA strand of letters (of which 26 variations exist in the English language), but the letters in themselves tend to have no power until they joins hands with its fellow cohorts.

Alone, these pieces are nothing but structures, a building, housing a structure whose walls we will in with our minds, painting in the walls with our subjective knowledge and experiences so that we also fill in words with meaning.

Now some words are subjective, some are more objective. But the beauty of it is the infinite combinations of words available to us, each word of which we can each individually paint in with our own wisdom (knowledge + experience), to form a unique way of capturing, grasping the world, simply by the words that we naturally conglomerate within our heads, and vocally gasm out to the world. A good example of this is how different languages grasp the world with their own philosophy, culture, perceptions, beliefs, and ideals, simply by the way the arsenal of words they constructed for their particular diction, using their own set of letters.

Our individual observations, experiences, and knowledge twist together along with any relative milieu prevalent in our lives into a concept, our belief, our perception... a looking glass, which every individual wakes up to and puts on every morning, and we use these looking glasses to subjectively perceive the world with. Some people wake up with the glasses already on their face, not even realizing as they slip out of bed that they're wearing them. Some people have traditional hand-me-downs from their parents, extra careful to make sure nothing scratches the glasses. Some unlucky bastards have the wrong prescription. The best thing one can do for themselves is find out what prescription they need. When one finds out their exact prescription, thats when they can take off the glasses, get contacts, eye surgery, whatever they opt to do, because that's when their free; so grab the binoculars if you dare, put them up to your eyes, and peer deep into your future. What do you see?

There may be clouds, fog, bad weather.. but you don't mind. You're sitting safe within the structure of your life concept, whose walls you built yourself, and whose colors you painted in your ideal fashion. So stay warm, stay safe from the stormy weather outside. Instead, only elaborate on your house, so you can share it with others, and if you see, off in the distance, another beautiful creation constructed by another pure soul like yours... well, it's good to take a vacation every so often.

Safe Travels, my friend.