What is man's
greatest invention?
Well, language,
obviously. When the puzzle of language is shattered into it's little
pieces by the meticulous mind of the postmodern philosopher, the
pieces can be reordinated to construct laws, essays, books, Internet,
dialogue, and all sorts of prose. Each of these listed above is
simply a community of words which are arranged together into their
own little society by some deviant daring enough to use not but a pen
and paper to try and play God, tactfully manifesting the fragments
into a particular order which expresses some sort of message which is
created from within the fleshy matter which tends to have no option
but to spend it's waking days marching between the beats of two
eardrums.
These little
communities exist as a collage of words. Words are simply a DNA
strand of letters (of which 26 variations exist in the English
language), but the letters in themselves tend to have no power until
they joins hands with its fellow cohorts.
Alone, these pieces
are nothing but structures, a building, housing a structure whose
walls we will in with our minds, painting in the walls with our
subjective knowledge and experiences so that we also fill in words
with meaning.
Now some words are
subjective, some are more objective. But the beauty of it is the
infinite combinations of words available to us, each word of which we
can each individually paint in with our own wisdom (knowledge +
experience), to form a unique way of capturing, grasping the world,
simply by the words that we naturally conglomerate within our heads,
and vocally gasm out to the world. A good example of this is how
different languages grasp the world with their own philosophy,
culture, perceptions, beliefs, and ideals, simply by the way the
arsenal of words they constructed for their particular diction, using
their own set of letters.
Our individual
observations, experiences, and knowledge twist together along with
any relative milieu prevalent in our lives into a concept, our
belief, our perception... a looking glass, which every individual
wakes up to and puts on every morning, and we use these looking
glasses to subjectively perceive the world with. Some people wake up
with the glasses already on their face, not even realizing as they
slip out of bed that they're wearing them. Some people have
traditional hand-me-downs from their parents, extra careful to make
sure nothing scratches the glasses. Some unlucky bastards have the
wrong prescription. The best thing one can do for themselves is find
out what prescription they need. When one finds out their exact
prescription, thats when they can take off the glasses, get contacts,
eye surgery, whatever they opt to do, because that's when their free;
so grab the binoculars if you dare, put them up to your eyes, and
peer deep into your future. What do you see?
There may be clouds,
fog, bad weather.. but you don't mind. You're sitting safe within the
structure of your life concept, whose walls you built yourself, and
whose colors you painted in your ideal fashion. So stay warm, stay
safe from the stormy weather outside. Instead, only elaborate on your
house, so you can share it with others, and if you see, off in the
distance, another beautiful creation constructed by another pure soul
like yours... well, it's good to take a vacation every so often.
Safe Travels, my
friend.
