Fellow readers, if you do not yet know about the great 100 Word craze, click here to be enlightened. Last week I pulled the word Precise out of a book, and these are the 100 Words that people had to say about it.

From the Great and Powerful LCeel (sorry it took me so long, I was packing. And everything had to go on my body and pass inspection before it could go in the suitcase.) I love the surprise ending and the light take on a topic that could be taken oh so seriously.

You know, you’re a real jerk. (ambiguous)

Why, what did I do now? (attempt at clarification)

I shouldn’t have to tell you. (still ambiguous)

Did I forget something? (a further attempt at clarification)

When do you ever remember anything? I ALWAYS have to remind you. (perhaps a bit less ambiguous)

What? Is today something? (digging a little deeper)

Why do I have to tell you? You are such a JERK! (still stuck in ambiguity)

Open the drawer by the bed. (heading toward precision)

What’s this? Oh, my God. (getting closer)

Like it? (eliciting precision)

I love you, you jerk. (precise)

And my good friend Woman Remodeled (I just want you to know I misspelled “good” with “goof”. I decided to fix it. This time.) This is a beautiful piece, particularly the last line. It’s those last lines that get you sometimes.

Precise asks too much. It wants perfection. It is that moment you miss when you blink. It is the emotion that poets capture and is then lost in interpretation. It is a time that you don’t realize until later. It is a moment that never seems to happen if you wait. Precision is an expectation, a skill set, a commodity, and a criticism. It is a demand that cannot be met. It is a destiny of falling short. It is an interpretation of perfection expressed in philosophical poetry. Precise is the simplicity of the indescribable feeling of me touching you.

Finally, my 100 Words

There comes a precise moment when you know what you have to do. Before that moment, there is nothing more than underground rumblings. You hear them, but you don’t yet know the message. You begin to prepare yourself for the eruption, for the upchurning of your soul, but not knowing how it’s all gonna shake out in the end, you tremble at the unknown. Then comes the calm. Everything is still. Your mind is still. The world before you shifts into brilliant focus. Your mind clears out, aligns itself to cut through confusion with the clean bright sword of precision.

I know, I know. After reading these, you are anxious to write your own 100 Words on a topic. And you can! Next week’s topic, pulled from the book closest to my elbow at the time of this posting, “The Mind & The Brain: Neuroplasticity and the Power of Mental Force”. Yes. I am a geek. Topic is:

Generation

Deadline is next Thursday. Please join in and spread the word, the 100 Words.

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