Proverbial, Dear Watson, Proverbial

There's something forming on the tip of my tongue, some truth.

Michaela believes in natural processes,

in things occurring when they ought,

in things dying when they no longer ought,

in a stripped-down set of rules that lies as a foundation beneath any structure of importance,

in a necessarry process of next-steps to move forward,

in the irrevocable nature of completed steps -- what's past is past --

in the incremental flow of creation.

Words are built upon skeletons of understood rules, to give a three-dimensional, meat-and-bones, living-thing as the actual bearer of meaning.

A well-placed string of words is on-sight identifiable

-- poem, column, essay, novel, etc. --

and aesthetic

-- like, "That that is is," by ole Bill Shakespeare --

and to the ear musical

-- like, "no boats no snow mobiles and no skis," by ole Dr. Dre --

and to the mind full of meaning

-- like, "In the beginning was the Word."

This three-dimensional animal of a sentence is built upon innate knowledge of language, and then cultural, regional, generational, and otherwise specialized understanding of language. That's the foundation, and nothing can undo what's in the foundation.

Many of us have the same foundations. Perhaps we have not developed our use of the language, or we have not developed our understanding of what has influenced us, but we all have similar foundations for ways that we derive meaning.

I'm not the first person to realize this, obviously.

This is where archetypal criticism comes from.

This is the literary criticism that pulls on the idea that there are basic personalities that repeat themselves in all humanity, and the distinctions are embellishments, but at the core there is a person we've all known and can relate to.

This is why I watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer: it is wraught with archetypes.

This is why I listen to the blues: it is music in it's simplest structure, and merely embellished at times.

This is why I love architecture: it is a visual of a process that has at it's core a common function or need.

This is why I love language: you know what I'm talking about.

This is why I love relationships: you can't skip steps in the process.

This is why I hate the feeling of falling.

This is why I am just circles: each circle is perfect -- or just -- and they all interconnect.