KA-MAI.

As a symbol of unfulfilled longing, the blue flower is poetic, but I find it somewhat lacking, particularly since the bluest thing in our world—the sky—is already untouchable. Unlike a flower, which one can pick, possess, and even ingest, the sky can never be captured, owned, or held. I love flowers, but I do not long for them. We have an intimacy with flowers: we nurture them, pick them, arrange them in our homes. According to many color theorists and general beauty lovers, the appeal of blue is about separation. “We love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it,” Goethe wrote.”

The change from maximally compact inner speech to maximally detailed outer social speech requires what might be called deliberate semantics –– deliberate structuring of the web of meaning.

Thought and Language, Lev Vygotsky (trans. by A. Kozulin). 

High Speech … is a subtle and complex language. Each word has multiple meanings which refer, simultaneously, to ordinary human interaction, to the web that joins the interacting individuals, and to the greater pattern of humanity’s past and future,

black sails season 2 prompts (accepting)

   “Perhaps your jackass is showing." she says, whispering, exasperated.

The fact that one of the most educated men in the world would say this with a straight face would be jarring if she didn't know him to be a monumental idiot. In a good way, but an idiot all the same. An idiot that made her want to bite his face to get him to stop talking, sort of idiot.

The slip of a girl is hanging from the edge of a rickety branch and she hates every second that she spends there. The red apple wasn't worth the climb, and it certainly wouldn't be worth the fall. Climbing trees? That she could do, though she had done easier with some buildings in the inner city. But not in such finery and not since her father had brought her in.

So she tentatively swings her slippered feet, looking down to Cuthbert right beneath her. He hid it but she could tell his arms were at the ready to catch her.

   “Do not be smart with me sai Cuthbert Allgood" she chimes, leaning forward. The waves of auburn cover her freckled shoulders. She feels the sweat on her hands but she can't tell if that's from the searing summer heat or the heights getting to her "for I know there are very few areas which you are lacking in education."

Biting down on her lip she closes her eyes, looking up to the sky through the leaves for the last time. Summoning any and all strength to give her some bravery. With a soft screech, she finally lets go and allows herself to fall from the branch. Her feet impact the floor in the most inelegant manner, but Maxima pulls herself up, dusting off her dress and finally turning to Cuthbert with a tilt to her head and a hint of a grin.