Thoughts on The Day and Information Exchange

Riding along these tumultuous days as I have been, I love how I can see how a series of symbols, despite a large degree of nonsense permeating them, can link to a thought process (even one that can port with one's own, instructions prepared elsewhere, rather than being endogenous) and suddenly make sense, even though the one thinking recognizes that, from the perspective of their most familiar thought patterns, they do not make direct sense/seem foreign. 

 Maybe that's the role I have discerned from my environment: I get a vague sense of an issue; I gather my nonsense. In gathering, important allies tag the nonsense with their own insights, available once connected. My nonsense embeds itself well past where direct understanding of the issue itself can reach, and the understanding seeps in beneath notice in some form- poem, story, essay, dream, string of symbols, etc. It feels like a mechanism for the sign of Jonah naturally achieved, where a dream takes root and builds in the minds of all those it has been transmitted to, and ends up transmitted to all perspectives, more rapidly and thoroughly than scientifically explicable, and experienced prior to me "walking down the street."

Isaiah 42:19
Who is blind but my servant,
    and deaf like the messenger I send?
Who is blind like the one in covenant with me,
    blind like the servant of the Lord?

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