On Your Feet

There are three truths: Your truth, my truth, and the truth.

I used to have a 66% belief in that statement, the same way I could only believe in 66% of Christianity and 66% of Buddhism. Majority rules with a limp wrist and bloodshot eyes. Until I recently had a very good conversation with a friend about “The Platonic Form” of things, and strangely enough had the topic repeated in my TEFL class a few weeks after. In class, the reference was probably to language – the platonic language, the frequency we all surfed before the tragic fall of the Babel tower. Why is English the universal language, when it has such a damn nitty-gritty syntax system? Mouse and mice but house not hice.. Please memorise this list of words that do NOT adhere to all the rules that you’ve had to memorise before. Exception to the rule uses deception as a tool.

One guy said: “English has never met a word it did not love.” Apparently jungle and pajamas are Indian words. Sushi and karate Japanese. Mayonnaise and garage are French. Sommer and mos Afrikaans. And that is exactly why it won the MC battle of words. Unconditional acceptance for whoever decided to nest in its vocabulary. There are as many English speakers on earth as there are speakers of Chinese, and singers of Hebrew (or whatever media the mosque uses to get it’s invitations across). Just because you can sing a prayer, does not mean you understand what it means. Like mantras. But if you chant with belief and you project with power, you can light a fire regardless of the voice it is said in. It becomes the platonic prayer.