Draw a line

 12/16/24

At last.

I make it to the free zone.

Eight and a half inches by eleven inches of liberated space where a Bic pen can say whatever it wants to say and show whatever it wants to show.

The soul can gallop over the surface of the paper like a wild horse in a meadow like a free spirit or a god and the only fences are those produced by imagination.

A line goes for a stroll and chooses a direction and maybe chooses a destination, a point to direct itself to, or maybe the line becomes errant and wanders pointlessly, carried by an unknown and indeterminate cause and one imagines it to be free.

Learn a rule and follow it and break the rule and create a new one and make a mistake and learn from it and make new rules and new mistakes.

 

A line goes for a stroll, drawn by a hand, following a rule or free

hand.

A ruler or template can be used and then set aside.

The line starts at a point. The point is located, selected, with the point of the pen applying ink at the the upper left corner, following English convention for writing, but then the pen is dragged down to make a vertical line about a half inch and then a quarter inch horizontal to the right and an acute angle, about forty five degrees, an irregular zig zag and so on, like lightning bolts, or a curve that curves back on itself, following along side of itself more or less parallel and then intersecting itself, crisscrossing itself, or flowing like a river or exploring like a root growing underground or telling a story of no interest to anybody about the pen’s travels on paper,  a map.Or draw a picture. A simple face of two dots and a line in a circle. Draw stick figures, simple pictures, to tell a story, or use the symbols of the alphabet or write it in a secret code. 

Why not use this language to say something meaningful instead of describing what I’m doing with a pen and paper? Why not use these free minutes to develop new symbols and signs?

Why not make remarkable marks that change the given symbol system in some way?

Draw a face that speaks like thunder with lightning bolts and lightning comes from the hand. Create lightning bolts that crack open the sky and blast into the ground. Create a line flowing like a river, flowing from an unknown source behind the hand and behind the face.

Make your mark in the invention of human language. Invent a new mode of signification and communication.

Why not singlehandedly expand and extend collective consciousness and unconscious experience? Collaborate with cosmogenesis and co-create a noosphere? Co-create a mind?

A mind wanders beyond the brain that holds it, beyond the body it is part of, and beyond the room in which the bodymind is sitting, beyond the city in which it resides, beyond America, beyond the world as it is and as it was, beyond whatever world it can imagine,  

A mind wanders within and beyond the material from which it emerges, newborn, screaming under electric lights and gasping for air. A new mind in motion, moving in electrical chemical events in a body in a physical environment, like tiny lightning bolts of neural signals interacting with the physical behavior of the life system it inhabits, organizing its environment, conceptualizing the sensations it receives.

Why not make an effort to do something no one has ever done before with a pen and paper?

Invent an alphabet.

Invent new words with this alphabet.

Write new stories with these words.

A wise one, maybe an unemployed wizard, even, follows a star, not knowing what the star is following or where the star came from, except that it came from the East, like all stars, from an unknown source beyond the horizon, and wanders to the West, to an unknown destination beyond the horizon, and leads the wise one here, bearing gifts to greet the arrival of a newly awakened mind in possession of infinite possibilities and facing the unimagined future.