I was Thinking, or Not

This is some old Jazz I wrote a few years ago, just thought I would put it up here, and that way I could edit it for use later maybe. No books to guide us in our way, only the elements of order, in their own way, so free and boundless, only natural selection can be this random. This is a distinct advantage, for we are not bound by particulars and interpretations. Probably the most difficult part is the label. I have never been good with labels. When you label something it becomes something else, not precisely what it was. Nothing becomes nothing because we attach a certain meaning to that. Therefore to properly name something the intonation intones with that name are carried over. People are most comfortable with names. Without them discussion is difficult. How do you discuss or study, whatever. There are no tombs of text from which to draw upon. From what scrolls do we pull our rituals, and ceremony? Without these trappings of literature, how are we to determine who we are?...