The definition of  “x” is one that cannot be dictionary defined. No, Mr. Webster could not publish enough pages to keep up with the ever-changing “x.” the pages would start to bleed their ink in a rush to define every possible way “x” could be presented. Rivers of every color would begin washing periods, semi-colons, commas, a’s, b’s, s’s, m’s and all other possible combinations of those with the other twenty-two members of the infamous alphabet onto the shores of human consciousness. Flooding the minds of the world’s populations, leaving them to pick and choose from the definitions they prefer; or what others tell them they should prefer.

            In an odd way, the inconceivability of “x” is, in and of itself, the definition. In mathematical terms, “x” is the variable: the term that changes anything and everything once one discovers what it truly represents. Though “x” is not mathematical, for the human spirit is not, regardless of how right brain oriented a person happens to be, it could be metaphorically compared to the mathematical concept. For, ladies and gentlemen, “x” is none other than a person.

            Pick someone, anyone, and they are “x.” Now is it clear why “x” is so indefinable? There is no person who mirrors another. Not in appearance, attitude, world mission (or lack thereof), or creative level. No two people can look at something and think in the same wavelengths as the other. Each person’s “x” is what makes all other peoples’ “x” exist. For if one person’s “x” was the same as another person’s, all “x” would cease exist. This is because of the explicit reason that individuality would be lost. It would be as if there was Armageddon, then a second one, just as the one before. It would be redundant and pointless.

            In this way, “x’s” definition is every person’s mind, soul, and spirit. Every thought they think, every reaction they give, word they speak, insult they spew, and praise they exclaim. “X” is infinite and has existed since the first person to have a thought about anything they happened to sense. It is infinite and unstoppable; just as any person’s thoughts and actions. It is the ultimate excuse and ultimate reason for all one may ever wish to explain.