différance

it's been a while since I've written, as there simply isn't enough je ne sais quoi as of lately to permit a thought it's very own flight from mind, and not just mine, or that of time- but a thought in its full scope from one step to the next, it's journey so long and without much rest... and the rest, well, it will have to wait, like it does in musical composition, an empty position marked only so we can leave it to do what it does best: silently beating, held abreast for us all to reference, and as our moment grows ever closer, revealing universally a choice either to be compassionate or dispossessed: will we build this community? or bow blindly to authority? deep down, the silent word is screamed out by the heart and we must choose not to force upon it unconscious habits, repetitions traumatic, vengeful, spiteful tactics, and senseless, discriminative tactics— we should know by now the limitations of didactics. and as I prepare to erase all of these words again and again, in its place the possibility of life and the effort of reconstruction reveals unity between disparities like that of différance to difference.