Today you are you.
You are an object, most likely, sometimes a subject, but always a noun,
constantly subject to the whims of verbs, modifying nouns, and adjectival
phrases. You may exist in a state of
flux, you may exist in a state of stasis.
You may be on a beach, or sitting on the porch of a house, or smoking on
a fire escape, or sipping a cup of coffee, or watching TV. You may be doing any number of things,
because as a second person pronoun, you are capable of a variety of engaging
and rewarding activities.
Perhaps you will write a book today using a pen that allows
small amounts of ink to escape when you apply pressure to a surface and paper
specially treated to better accept the stain of ink, without permitting said
ink stain to fade. Perhaps you will
listen to an album printed on a laminate plastic scorched with a laser so that
the light reflected by the disk when it spins just so is interpreted as sound
by a machine. Perhaps you will be caught
in a time warp and left forever shifting between potential futures and
impossible pasts. Perhaps you will eat
some non-dairy ice cream in a Colonial era fort.
There is no limit to the number of things you might accomplish
today, and there will continue to be no limit to the number of things you might
accomplish today until the day ends, at which point the number of things you
might accomplish will be set. You,
infinitely mutable within the space of today, will be relegated to a relatively
conservative range of potential achievements at day's end, which will remain
more or less the case until the end of time, that is to say the end of your time. On future days, as on most days, there will
be little room for possible action, not because of any particularly adverse
conditions, but because of a terrible, horrendous capacity for habit that most
people cling to in their daily lives, a force of existential gravity which
will, for today only, be tremendously reduced.
So today, we recommend that you take advantage of habit's
weakened shackles and do everything you can to explore the wealth of
possibilities in your life. Take a
chance. Wear a fun hat. Take a pottery class. Ask someone to sleep with you who doesn't
normally sleep with you. Or do something
completely different, something we haven't thought of here, something we
couldn't think of here because you aren't going to do it yet, and we can only
report on things you will do in the future, not all of the things you can do in
the future, of which there are so many it would be literally impossible to
record all of them, even if one were to try to do so for more than half a
decade.
Congratulations Singular Second Person Pronoun!
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