The Grammar of the Soul: when thought hesitates to be translated
There are moments when thought is born naked — no subject, no predicate — just an inner vibration hiding behind language.
That’s when the soul hesitates.
Not out of weakness, but out of dignity.
It refuses to have its flight reduced to well-formed sentences.
Because what it thinks — it thinks in spirals.
And what it feels — it feels in silence.
Human grammar, that great weaver of consensus, demands verbs, tenses, rules.
But some ideas don’t want time.
Some states don’t fit into a verb.
And some truths can only be spoken in silence.
In the soul, thought isn’t linear.
It’s made of pauses. Of presence. Of echoes heard between words.
To translate it is to betray it.
It’s like trying to frame a breeze.
Just as arithmetic can’t measure feeling — grammar can’t hold thought.
Both are maps.
But the territory…
Ah, the territory is made of different matter.
Those who dare to live between number and word know that spirit can’t be summed or written — it reveals itself.
And every revelation is sacred stammering.
A crack in the code.
A flash of truth.
The Geometry of Emptiness: when being lets go of form
Not everything that exists needs shape.
Some things are. And that’s enough.
Emptiness is not absence — it’s presence without contour.
A silence that resists architecture.
A truth that refuses to be sculpted.
We are taught to give form to all things:
To define.
To describe.
To enclose.
But being — real being — does not live inside lines.
It breathes outside the drawing.
Geometry comforts the mind, offering edges, angles, certainty.
But the soul?
The soul is a horizon.
It doesn’t want corners.
It doesn’t want equations.
It wants space. Vast, unmeasured space — where nothing is demanded, and everything is allowed.
Form is the compromise we make with the visible.
But in the realm of essence, even light has no shadow.
The geometry of emptiness is not a contradiction.
It is a liberation.
A return to what precedes every outline.
And in that return,
We find something deeper than shape:
We find presence.
Not drawn. Not named. Not claimed.
Just being.
