language and dreams

today as i was reading this book about radical dreaming, it suddenly struck me why i had always been so fascinated with language and dreams. for some reason whenever i think of these two things i am reminded of auroras, because they can take on any form you desire, and this transformation is commensurate to the breathtaking beauty of an aurora as you watch it change from chartreuse to indigo to indian blue and finally a resounding shade of vermillion. they are as shapeless as they are deathless, which appeal to my penchant for freedom. Language and dreams can only approximate meaning insofar that they can find the appropriate symbols and metaphors to do so, but it is exactly this imperfectness that beguiles me. yet simultaneously, a certain level of virtuosity can be extraordinarily illuminating when the way in which others express their ideas or your own dream bring out experiences exactly the way they are: 一针见血！& their ability to evoke intense emotions further compounds their spell-binding beautyy. but perhaps most importantly, they rejuvenate my convinction towards the 'carpe diem' epigram and bring new optimism to me when i most need it (:

all in all, you could also see this passion in my love for dance, which is to me, a synthesis of beauty, expression and freedom. speaking of which, I REALLY MISS DANCING OMFG.

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why am i so prone to headaches :\