Expression is not chaos

Expression is not chaos

Time is as old as time itself, and despite the many mathematical calculations associated with the pursuit of establishing the origins thereof, time and its beginnings remain a mystery, a mystique whose point of birth can in actuality never be “truly” established logically: the span time of time cannot, post and ante meridian, be measured due to its innumerable and infinitesimal nature.
Time cannot be measured, and us mere mortals can only raise speculations on this enigma of creation within which we human beings make valiant attempts to make a mark, to be remembered though we are in every essence just shadows in the long night of the history of the world.

The past of this world is long and now gone, the future is indeterminate, and the best anyone can hope to scratch on the wall of time lies only in the hope that they will be remembered for achieving something great, that is, they in brief hope that they “will leave a mark”, that will be seen someday in the future of the world, that their feats will be granted a place in the time capsules.
The rock paintings of the ancients (the San, the Neanderthals, and other species displaying some kind of sapience), the fossils of creatures and plants long dead, and the noise of history are all governed by the nature of time.

All of us, animal and plant and other formed beings in some way seem to seek to mark their place in time through some act that at the end of the day fans out into what can be seen; through an “expression” that reveals its true nature.
From a bean sprouting, to a rose blooming, a peacock spreading his fan of royal purple and emerald green tail feathers, or a baby screaming its first cries, the world in many ways is expressing, giving of itself to the eyes, the ears, the feelings and the beings of all gathered around to become aware of its presence.

Expression denotes presence, for without it, we are not, none and all are not; and time cannot see us or even remember that we were ever here and passed this way.
The philosophical and the religious, the astronomical and supernatural, the mystical and the mundane, the real and the unreal, the finite and the myriad: all find their definitive natures in the simple expressions of actions performed within the infinite spaces of time.
Expression stems from the first moment when nature gives of itself to support the first breaths of a newly born in the form of air, and this goes on in nature and take the form of the mother that expresses milk from her mammary glands as primary sustenance to the infant who lay in her womb for the whole period of gestation.
First a mystery before sprouting, nature nurtures what shall soon be expressed in the darkness of the known but little understood.
A farmer sowing seed interns it in the soil without exactly knowing what goes on in the dark warm depths of the soil, but he or she is elated at the moment when the shoot of that which was sown sprouts forth.

Expression is at first a mystery, and common sense gives one the hint that it is at this moment that the roots lance their way into the soil, and spread the root network in the subterranean that will sustain the plant once it shoots into the various atmospheric conditions of the open earth where all nature can witness its growth.
It is a pattern seen in all creation; it is witnessed even in the inventions of man where an idea lays its roots in the mind of the inventor before it is expressed as a prototype that can be copied for the world to utilise, to marvel at, or to nurture.

There is a sense of synchrony, a certain level of harmony that should be maintained if that which is in the process of being created should at the end of the day turn out a symphony to be enjoyed by all.
I could have guessed that such a simple term as expression could be explained in the briefest of terms, until I realised how broad it is and that one cannot exactly cover the entire spectrum of its meanings in a single seating.

We talk of expression in clichéd terms due to the political incorrectness of the manner in which the term is often presented to the world.
The tendency of the modern world (which I find dismally incompetent when it comes to the use of language to express the full potential of the meanings found in words) is for salient terms to be gradually effaced by over-usage without prior definition of their core meanings.

An example can be made of such terms as “Rights” and ‘the Freedom of Expression’ which form the main part of many a state’s constitution are presented to the common citizens.
The common practice is that individuals are told that they have rights without being taught of the responsibilities they have in the maintenance of such rights.
People are taught that they have the freedom to express their concerns, but none are taught that they should watch their words in the process of verbally or scripturally presenting them; for such words carry the potential to infringe on the rights of others who have equal power in the light of the constitution of the land.
In the political and human rights debates and arguments of this day, one senses and realises that the infringement of the rights of others has become a common practice that relevant authorities often ignore.

What leaves me puzzled is that the legal order and its nature claim to imitate nature in many ways, but the occurrences of the day reveal a form that is contrary to the nature we claim to imitate. In the expression of its true beauty when it blooms, the rose wafts off whiffs of sweet scent loved equally by the nasal nodes of man and those of the honey that gathers the nectar that is both a sweet and a salve to the one that gathers of it later.

In the expression of its beauty, the rose is not only a marvel to the eye of the beholder; it gives back of itself to the environment around it that helps to maintain its continuum in time by watering its shoots to maturity and transporting its pollen in the season when flowers bloom and pollinate (in short, mate). One hardly finds this sort of behaviour in the modern “take, take, take” human world where more often than less, the expression of one comes at the expense of the defacement of the other fellow creature or environment.

It is in the pursuit of the vainglorious need to show the superiority of human intelligence through science and technology that the ozone layer got depleted, that global warming, torrential storms and disastrous droughts began. Invention after invention whose sole claim to fame was “to make life easier” (as if it will ever be) was in actual fact the expression of a Smart Alec Nerd’s stupidity and anti-nature character, and rather than correct him, a gang of knaves and arsonists whose sole means of expression is found in sowing discord amongst humans and starting wars on all nature whilst gaining profit from it supported the nerd.
It is true that expression is necessary for human progress, but its fires should be stamped out even before they become roaring blazes whose existence will threaten the welfare of the landscape around.
If the blooming of a flower will exude poison gas that will pollute the landscape, then such a flower should be exterminated before it blooms.

Nature did it with the dinosaurs, and sometimes, when there are storms and hurricanes, I entertain the view that the earth is tired of the human garbage dumped in tonnes every second: nature cannot honestly take the large amounts of dirt we dump and not feel nauseous, and the nausea is expressed in storms and droughts, in hurricanes and climate change.

Our modes of expression should begin to take all of nature into consideration.
I heard that when a star is born, it is just a dark mass of gases which at a certain moment in time explodes to emit the brilliant glare we see in the stars twinkling in the night or in the sun that shines on a clear blue day (this process takes a long time, millions of years even, so the scientist says).
That it is a star that is keeping the earth in the state it is in is the ultimate measure of what expression should be; it should sustain life, give us light, and maintain the gravitational equilibrium so we can live comfortably enough as the sun does to the earth.

Expression does not mean that the existence of one should blot out another, or that the quest to have one’s star seen should eclipse the lanterns of the others who are too trying to make a mark in the long night of time.
Expression is in more ways than less related to light, for where true expression occurs things become bright, and I guess, where one sees anything occurring that is contrary to the emission of light as is found in expression, then something other than expression is occurring.

The antonyms of expression carry a meaning negative even thought they have the same “-ssion” suffix: compression, depression, oppression, suppression . . . and the list goes on.
Gloomy, sad, and uncomfortable, these antitheses to expression are, and they are associated with the negative.
I remember the flowering of blooms every time I think of the term, and I think of a beautiful portrait framed and hung properly, and I realise that the vandal spray-paint scrawling of a vagabond graffiti “artist” are not expression but something else: they are the ravings and rantings of a spoiled brat who knows not the meaning of beauty.

Expression has hung on the walls of time for a long time, and it has come in forms both negative and positive.
Covering all of the senses of man, the plants and the creatures of the world, expression is the ultimate act of communication; where one part establishes connection with the other: the manner in which this occurs is what really counts.
On the part of the human being, one issue is paramount, and that is, the intention behind the act of reaching out, of giving out an expression of some element.

If the intention is not of the virtuous kind, then the form of expression is bound to have bitter fruits which cannot be found to have sustenance for anyone tasting them.
The sensual and the exotic elements of our being, that is, those qualities in our nature that sense and know what is right based on feeling and reason, instinctively gravitate toward good forms of expression as a sunflower would lean towards the light of the sun hanging up in the sky.

There are arguments in the present day that are geared towards expression in any form being granted as a basic right available to all individuals, but the question remains: are all forms of expression right?
Should closet characteristics that threaten the well-being, harmonious progress and the continuation of the human race and the world be allowed a place in the public sphere where they might pollute the minds of the younger race not yet mature enough to make their own decisions?
I think not; I think expression should at its most fundamental level be a controlled process of human behaviour.

Otherwise we will have marauding bands of delinquents expressing their “interest” by burning and looting, gangs of poachers killing rhinos for their horns to use in dubious medical practices, armies of quacks digging the ground bare of herbs in the name of providing the cure, and general chaos because everyone and anyone is given room to “express” themselves ignorant of rules and orders.
Expression is not chaos, it is not cacophony that labels itself as music, it is not chicken scrawl that proclaims itself calligraphy; it is ordered and synchronised to be in perfect turn with the wheels of time.  Where we erred when it comes to finding the right form of expression; we should find the right formula to apply and stick to it at all costs.

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