It seems I was writing the gahrohevtee with incorrect stroke order. I am shocked by how much of a difference Writing correctly makes. Before, the process threatened to break or warp or unmake me; now, it gives me … the only word I can think of is “orthodoxy”, but that’s entirely incorrect. It makes me right in the head, right in ways I didn’t know I had ever been wrong. Writing makes me terrifyingly sane.
The gahrohevtee, the Great Words, are things of immense power. It is a long-known law of nature that for every force exerted there is another equal and opposite; thus, in the course of Writing, as the mind impresses itself onto the Words, so also the Words impress themselves upon the mind.
If the Words are right, they exert a powerful righting — no, a right force; and if they are wrong, they exert a powerful, wrong force. I know this because I have seen it both ways.
I cannot begin to imagine what Writing must have done to Yeesha.
