I was born without any sounds,
(Oh! So I cried within a few minutes after birth)
Yet I had my own perception of the world.
The society taught me words.
I learned to express meaningful sounds that would have been cries.
I learned to give words to my thoughts.
What about the thoughts there were no words for?
What about the ideas that were original to me?
There were no words the society could give to them.
I am no longer a child.
The society has taught me words.
It has also taught me that confusion comes with words.
We try to speak the best ways we could.
People understand our vocabulary;
But they are light-years away from understanding our thoughts.
We try to communicate with simple terms,
But become frustrated because we are still misconceived;
And we end up trying to defend our noble intentions behind those “kind” words that hurt others.
The poets/writers labour hard trying to build bridges,
That effectively link words to the abstract thoughts and abstract world.
Salutations, great scribes and orators that you are!
Can I, please, use words that are original to me?
Because all I want is to build a bridge
Between the supernatural realm and the literal world.
The human being is a terrified animal, I love this.
I’d interprete your words in so many ways.
But, allow me ask please, how exactly d’you mean -terrified animal.
I mean to say that we are anxious creatures, which is from our awareness of mortality. We have minds that can dive into the infinite, that can create, conduct introspection and can birth a symbolic association between things. We wield minds that can author literature, art, poetry. We’re seemingly burdened with a brute duality, to have imaginations that create our identity, strong inner emotions, and can contemplate the universe- yet, we’re worm food. Captive to a bleeding, breathing, decaying hollow chamber (our body), the circumstances we find ourselves to deal with are quite terrifying. It’s strange.
Glad I asked for clarification. I would never have interpreted your words to that degree. True I thought in that direction also. Imagine how much more we misinterpret others words and end at a place very different from where they wanted.
In fact, I don’t know whether to jump high in approval of those words. Very true. Two different worlds so well linked. Well, I guess only God could have formed such a perfect link. We are still lost meanwhile, trying to figure out well how this link works. Just as we also get lost trying to use the right words to express unseen realities/abstract concepts.
Thanks for clarifying. Pleasure hosting you.
Thank you for the warm and uplifting response, it reminded me of Nietzsche when he wrote “amor fati”, love your fate.
You are most welcome, Sir. Flattery not intended.
Please do. And well said. The concept of a bridge between what we think and what we see is a great way to express what eludes us. I think you’re getting there, sir.
And the Enchanted Writer stands, spikes on head, hard unblinking stare, set jaws, steel-chinned, chest out…The Trent cheering him on…and he says:
Through God, I shall build this bridge.
I applaud the efforts of writers struggling to birth their thoughts. I applaud the patience of those misunderstood by others so often. I applaud The Truth, who screams to be heard and accepted by all humanity everyday.
I’ll keep on cheering my friend, until this bridge his built, and the ones afterwards too.
But, please, do not fail to give constructive criticism. I don’t think I want to end up just another deluded fellow who is blind to the real state of things, and feels “the world is alright”. Let’s know when we are using clay to patch this bridge.
I hear you on that one – and will keep it well-pointed and honest.
Thank you, Trent. 🙂