A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (and hopefully beyond).
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?

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54. A form of identity (aka the reboot)

 

Date: Tuesday 7th July 2015

Entry: 58/?

Subject: A form of identity (aka the reboot).

 

What is in a name? A name is a form of identity, it is me and it is you, something that separates human beings from the animal kingdom. We possess a mind, a consciousness that must involve a form of communication.  It is impossible to think without a language. In the case of languages which have alphabets, letters are placed in a sequence for example, in the English alphabet, "A" is always in the first position, "B" in the second position, and so on until you hit “Z”. To change the order would only result in confusion and a broken down consciousness.

There is more than just sound and alphabetical symbols to language though. What is it that language expresses? Is it not intelligence? Is intelligence not a mental power? Do we not learn through education - using language - to develop intelligence, which is recognized as mental growth and the individuality of the personal mind?

The link between human intelligence, mind, language, and the order of the letters in the alphabet is the key to solving mental discord and imbalance.

All of that leads to this wonderful trip down the rabbit hole; do you want to take a step into the looking glass?

I warn you but most of us ignore the forewarnings so let’s get on with it.

I’m not going to start this off as generically as most;

Dear willing ears,

I’m supposed to tell you about my days, my life and things of those likelihood. It’s supposed to be therapeutic and to stretch the writing muscle; however, I’m going to share the truth with you. The truth is ugly and it is beautiful but it’s necessary to me.

The truth is that the inner me, who is rattling at bars amongst the darkness, screams at me to abort this wacky mission. What I write here will remain, it will not die. My thoughts are immortal.

I think I will call you W.E for now, it is shorter after all. I can’t exactly read your mind but I think I will guess – my guess is that since I am a teenager I would be going out partying and going out for ‘sessions’ as they say out in the woods somewhere.

…somewhere over the rainbow…

Ahem, anyway if you guess that you would be terrifically wrong.

I am not like the typical teenager. I tend to stay close to my roots. I am home free from fanfares and it’s not the first nor the last time.  

I’m not a plague victim, or anything like that, but I don’t get out much. The most interaction I get is from when I’m at school, at an outing which only happens about fortnightly or if I’m lucky weekly on the weekends, or my family. My family is crazy enough for my entertainment.

I think I now have you. The ears that are willing to give my story a try.

I can’t promise you that this story will be a best seller with a protagonist and a sarcastic side kick, or a girl with a love triangle or dreamy crush. But I’m willing to give it all a try.

Maybe this will help the both of us. 

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