Me, Myself and I Meet Meta-Cognition

Language exists beyond the words that define it. language parallels contemplation and reflection. it exists within the passage of time to be expressed through song, dance, interpretation, emotion and expressive ingenuity. if I would paint a picture of my very location, it would be that of a woman, standing atop a stack of three hat boxes. the uppermost one, slightly crumpled and faded. The bottom two decadently adorned, holding each a head. Each head filled with the contemplation of a thousand scenarios. arms outstretched, she would be fitting her neck with the most delightful of the three heads and making another attempt to steep her thoughts in the tincture of some newly harvested lucidity.



There exists no bumbling of derangement, no clash of personalities, simply the fitting of cognition from one mind to the next in order to get an even-tempered flow of mental activity. The language would be ever-present, yet not involve any verbose. It may be a passive comprehension that what had just occurred had been a culmination of nearly three decades in the making. At which point, any on-lookers would nod in agreement for they would have just witnessed a union. And like any union, congratulations would be in order. Me and myself would hold silent to their own stylish curve. They would graciously occupy the space that is hat box one and two; the foundation for the faded exterior, knowing that they would each gain a turn at being worn again. Right now however, it was "I" that filled the void.
Free-floating remnants of thought would hang in the air after it had escaped from the richly-colored and lavishly stocked hat boxes, carried on the wind until captured by "I" and toyed with.


"I" has created. "I" is being employed and "I" matters.