Dialogue: Literary Liberation: Ice Memory: A Meditation on Becoming
Dialogue: Literary Liberation: Ice Memory: A Meditation on Becoming After by Ruben Camp White Know this: thinking is the guest. Knowing is the house. I may not know you but I am intimate with my own architecture. When water remembers winter, it becomes ice. When ice remembers spring, it becomes grace. The body drinks what suffering froze. My strength is not borrowed. My vastness needs no permission. The universe whispers: You are the answer to your own question. Resistance does not break me, it remodels the room. Struggle does not diminish me, it redistricts my borders. What freezes in the heart can thaw in the throat. What hardens in the fist can soften in the palm. I practice warmth like a civil right. I extend gentleness like reparations. Compassion is my protest. Hospitality is my revolution. Reality bends when I remember who I am, not who they said I was. The universe connects to those who first connect within. Think less. Know more. The ice already knows the river it will becom...
