There are many Flows in life

Each word is an abstraction of an idea.

A word is a net to catch what the state or standard is. To capture meaning.

Poets use words to describe the indescribable.

Intellectuals use words to trap the thoughts that ail them.

Take for instance, the word ‘beauty’ as a ‘flow’ of meaning.

We have beauty standards that change
one thing
to the next
from the makeup we wear
to our outfit that we fit in to

As the beaty standards change, so too do the clout chasers that follow the flow.

What is modern and new, is contemporary. With being in the temporary, merely a fad to some, or an eternal marker of a phase to others.

As the Art of the beauty changes. So too do the artists that try to create the Beauty.

Hence the newest and best form of something is called “The state of the Art” for everything is art and it’s state changes from one thing to another.

Like a droplet in a river, flowing from this to that. Here to there. Past to Future.

I used the word Beauty to describe the way. The Flow. The Dao of Beauty.

Yet you can see that this lens of seeing through. This looking glass of sorts. Can apply to other things.

The Art of War.
The Flow of Money.
The River of Time.

Each word is a meaning, boxed in a package that is contained in it’s letters. Yet the meaning changes and as such the meaning itself is a flowing living thing. Thus what words were once acceptable can change, and new boxes and new words are used to describe the new meaning.

Epilogue,

I merely wanted to present a sort of thought on the state of meaning. As it changes from one thing to the next thing. As it flows.

Words are the flow, each word is it’s own flow.

As we define what is, we also define what it isn’t.

Afterall,

Words Mean Things