All the Words!!!

Sitting at the table, I cannot recover the words I just spoke to her a few minutes ago. In my mind, I am feeling the sense I felt before, wanting to express the same sentiment, but here, in the remembering, I find myself perched above a boiling, transparent sea of words, but not words, objects, intangible imaginations existing just outside of my verbal expertise, just perceptible in a few of an infinite set of overlapping possible conscious experiences in my head.

Words are powerful. They shape our understanding and expression of our entire life. Understanding seems almost completely contained in the world of words. What we read, write, think, and speak guides our experience of thought, feeling, and action.

 "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,and the Word was God." John 1:1

Words are the invention of humans. My mental world is not made up of words.  The world of words holds sway over and a large share of responsibility for whatever pits of Hell lie within my soul.  My thoughts are moving, three-dimensional graphs of a psychedelic nature. Ah, but we are forced to learn the words of our world. We are taught from birth what words to use, what meaning to give to our mental experience, our feelings, our rights, our limitations, and our value.  We are taught which words we must say and which we may not, making us all into liars by default, from the start. As we age, there are "right" words and "wrong" words for every situation. What if what we feel is best expressed through a different set of words than the ones we've been taught are appropriate?

I'd like to find out.

They say it's crazy to talk to yourself, but in a world full of people, why would I be allowed to talk to anyone else but myself?  That seems wrong.  If I could only talk to one person, I would want it to be me. This blog is my sounding board for recurring thoughts of giving up talking to other people entirely. Yeah, I'm considering it, at least for a time.