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Speech can be so clumsy, so unpredictable. Expression can be so unpredictable. It is easier to really instead on impressions, on molding oneself into the solid parts of the world. It is easy to not speak, to let the world decide one's shape, to be only as one is seen to be, to base oneself on what one hears, and sees, and touches, and to contort any presence felt inside to fit within the observed boundaries of the self. To fill in the outline that the real, solid, unchanging world rebounds off of. It is so easy. It feels so safe.
Such a life is not free. There is no freedom in a solid world. The only choices are to fit or shatter. Freedom comes with flow, with a world that fills in gaps when they are left but opens in welcome when something new appears. With softness, kindness, fullness, love. There is such freedom in swimming.