Today, during a break from feeling, I reflected on the style of my prose. Exactly how do I write? I had, like many others, the perverted desire to adopt a system and a norm. It's true that I wrote before having the norm and the system, but so did everyone else.
Analyzing myself this afternoon, I've discovered that my stylistic system is based on two principles, and in the best tradition of the best classical writers I immediately uphold two these two principles as general foundations of all good style: 1)to express what one feels exactly as it is felt - clearly, if it is clear; obscurely, if obscure; confusedly, if confused - and 2) to understand that grammar is an instrument and not a law...
In establishing usage, grammar makes valid and invalid divisions. For example, it divides verbs into transitive and intransitive. But a man who knows how to say what he says must sometimes make a transitive verb intransitive so as to photograph what he feels instead of seeing it in the dark, like the common lot of human animals. If I want to say I exist, I'll say, 'I am.' If I want to say I exist as a separate entity, I'll say , 'I am myself.' But if I want to say I exist as an entity that addresses and acts on itself, exercising the divine function of self-creation, then I'll make to be into a transitive verb. Triumphantly and anti-grammatically supreme, I'll speak of 'amming myself'. I'll have stated a philosophy in just two words. Isn't this infinitely preferable to saying nothing in forty sentences? What more can we demand from philosophy and diction?
Let grammar rule the man who doesn't know how to think what he feels. Let it serve those who are in command when they express themselves.

- Fernando Pessoa

Funny enough, a few weeks ago I was considering why I love reading this mans writing and listening to prose rappers like Sole, Doseone, Alias, or Why?. For me, I came to the conclusion that most of what they say doesn't beat around the bush with literary devices so much as it emphatically expresses whatever idea or feeling is said. I was pretty much on the verge of thinking there is order in the universe when I began to read this passage by Pessoa because of the realization i had weeks ago.