In my mind, I throw around big words, extemporaneous words, words I really don’t know if I will ever use them right. The audience doesn’t think twice about them (usually), lets them sift into the mist of consciousness without reflection — the audience being me. I wonder who I’m trying to impress. These words: they sometimes have big ideas attached to them, made overly complicated in some manner, and these, too, I think I have something of a mishandle on. Yes, yes, I’ve looked them up, but who can be sure he truly understands the concept of enantiodromia? Who knows? I may actually be correct in some of these musings of mine, but I think I like some of these thoughts that don’t have the correct definite translation to them. I sometimes find out the correct meanings, and I think to myself, “Mine was so much cooler.” I guess that’s how things go.