Something magnificently beautiful

Words and expression, articulation through a formation of letters, communication through extensive, infinitive vocabulary, is the most beautiful thing the human mind has to offer in this world full of flaws. A moment of true raw emotion, evoked from somewhere within, drawn from something that science cannot explain, written down, scratched out in pen or hastily, shakily typed – that is one of the great wonders of all. The capture of something magnificently beautiful, not necessarily uplifting but perhaps ugly or devastating or disturbing, should never ever be taken for granted. There is nothing greater or more powerful than true human emotion; it is unstoppable and incomprehensible. It shapes, creates and regulates our world and everything we achieve. It is the sole reason we fail, but it is what makes us moral and what makes us alive. It gives us life. To feel emotion is to be on the brink of despair, to be in flight with joy, to be falling with passion, to be sick with overwhelming jealousy. It is to feel burning, feverish rage, to feel unbearable sadness. To feel emotion is to feel and be alive. Love. Love, love, love. It shall break us, only to join us back together again in a new and previously unseen formation. We are not strong enough to understand or contain it; it will always, always control us. What would we do without you, our sweet love? You cause our heart to beat daily for the things we desire; you cause us to make sacrifices that make no logical sense. Love has no rhyme, no reason; it just is as it is. It is raw and it is beautiful, and to express it in words is glorious and apt and true.

What am I, sitting here, giving these words their moment? What do I mean, as this emotion overspills out of my brain and onto this page? I feel we have a connection, these words and I; they know me and I know them. I come to them to make sense and gather meaning, or to unravel my thoughts. They come to me for this raw emotion, which I give to them; for as a human, as we all are human, we cannot deal with it. And this is why I am as crazy as I am. And this is why the world is as it is. This mad, crazy world.