Let me preface this; I have no idea where this rant came from, situationally speaking, but I wrote it about a year ago and just now came across it having only minimal recollection of its even being written and saved. I post it here, unedited and unabridged, just for anyone who may want some insight as to what makes Wingman tick - or, rather, what that ticking sounds like.

"I don't know what inspires me to write... maybe it's the feeling I get in scenes in movies wher the main character is speaking to the audience directly, reading a quote or sharing his or her thoughts... usually they're something epiphamectic or deep... usually they've never been heard before...
It's funny how the English language has only so many words... a finite number, to be sure. Yet I believe we've only scratched the surface of possibilities of feelings we use those words to describe. Our minds do not think in words. One day, we will understand the true language of our souls. Until then, we have English. It's therefore no wonder that often the most moving moments in a story involve no talking. Power can be heard in speech, but felt in action. Our language consists of rules and limitations imposed upon words so that we may be able to share thoughts in universally understandable ways; yet our thoughts themselves are unbound by those very limits. Shall we continue to restrict our abilities to share our feelings with languate, or should we instead learn to listen not to others' words, but to their hearts? I hear more in moments of lonesome silence than in a lifetime of listening.

What is the driving force behind the evoltion of language? Surely it's not natural selection, as with each new generation of speech in humankind, I feel we lose more and more of the power of our words. In millenia past, we spoke less. Is it possible yet we said more?

Why do I write my thoughts? Is it in the hopes that someone might read them? Might understand me? Everyone wants to be understood - why though, when we all share the same intrinsic needs, is it fair to assume und. To understand others, one need only better understand himself. The inability to understand another originates in an incomplete understanding of one's self.

With so many words in the English language, it's a wonder we still struggle to express every thought, every feeling. Perhaps it's because words are restricted to definitions - made in turn by other words. Our minds do not think in words thus they have no such restrictions. Silence will only carry whispers until the time comes that we may understand the language of our souls and will not need words."