Words are just like the wind. They mean nothing, they are devoid of all true significance in reality. They can only affect a person’s ego, but that’s it. They have that effect only because we grant certain words the illusory meaning we wish to give them. Everything is based on make-belief, from our perception of reality to the notion of social contract. Our notion of existence rests solely on a string of agreements between a majority. The apple became what we call an apple because a majority imposed the term on a specific shape their eyes could see and so on. Who is to say the word means anything or that the idea we have of it isn’t flawed from the start? And why does it matter anyway? Who cares? My questions are so basic and perhaps idotic that nobody cares.

We basically made up our own sense of reality and only see a certain angle of it through the objects, feelings and more abstract notions our made-up vocabulary allows. What would happen if one was to ignore what is ‘named’ or defined and begin to examine what lies in-between? The lack of words to define what lies between the table and the chair means that we can only get confused- but we can tell there must be something else apart from a blanket word such as a ‘gap’. There are so many ‘fillings’, words invented to avoid having to face what we fail to grasp within the realm of our reality... ‘all’, ‘everywhere, anywhere, people, time, emptiness...” 

Those words in themselves mean nothing at all, they are utterly empty and rest on the assumption of generalities. As a matter of fact a generality is more likely to lead to a false conclusion or a greater margin of error in one’s reasoning and therefore using general words to make do with what we fail to define accuretely can only be cause for concern. No wonder we as thinking creatures so often fail to understand one another. I truly suspect that one of the roots of human discord rests on the limited and often mistaken use of words- languages. 

I fail to understand myself because what I feel more often than not falls beyond the set of words we use to define emotions. I guess our make-do languages aren’t good enough for me. Because they are such a reflection of our own human limitations they frustrate me.