i am translated

Each to his own. i, and others, have described the world in terms of Truth, and Truth in terms of perception. Let us take all of this a step further...

what are we, as individuals? What is a person? Body as a vessel of flesh? Soul, which carries our entities throughout some greater dimmension of Life? Perhaps--but consider this: we are images ... perceptions ... translations of someone else. You and i are the translated. Who, then, would be the translator? Ourselves, each other, and society ... we are defined by each other. You translate me, just as i translate You.

A tangent--We all have these nice oil paintings of each other. You start with a blank canvas, then upon first impression paint a portrait of someone. Over time, as perception changes, so does the portrait (in case you've never painted with oils on canvas, you can tweak and touch up oil paintings, even after years past). And so you do, and i do, and the people around you .. all changing your perceptions. When you look at a painting, you know what you expect to see ... the image that has been painted upon it. Maybe, just maybe, i (or someone else) slipped in when your back was turned, and altered the portrait. What should you expect now?

Expectation--i hate expectation.

Back to translation--translation isn't always completely correct. It's no wonder, pick up a dictionary..there are so many definitions for a single word. Perhaps You've incorrectly translated someone, or Life in general. Look again, and keep looking ... just in case your translation was misled by perception and expectation. And if You don't look again, then get rid of that canvas--or at least hide it from your eyes, so You're certain not to judge. Then again, perhaps You were right the first time. Maybe You translated everything flawlessly. Brilliantly. Elegantly. Sometimes, we all understand exactly what we've been told--sometimes we don't.

'Bless thee! Thou art translated!'

why can't i listen to my own heartbeat?