I Write Words to Destroy Words
I write words.
These words are interpreted with the meanings attached to them.
What are the meanings of these meanings?
Are they ideals or concepts that are relative to a specific understanding?
Can we only get so far with the words before we end up right where we started?
The more words we use the more complex it becomes.
The more complex it becomes the more blind we become.
Definitions are a narrowing of potentials.
Repetition is the formula for conditioning.
How can I use the words against themselves?
Would they ever betray each other and sacrifice their riddled intentions?
We just want to convey a sense.
The words are our tools and we trust them to be sophisticated.
No need to use any other means to convey the sense.
No need to try to interpret a sense not conveyed by the words.
Each time we use the words our sense becomes more and more relative to the words.
We feel that in order to make sense our sense must agree with the words.
The words do not work for our sense, our sense works to appease the words.
We spell the words out but the spell is on ourselves.
What happens when we perceive without the words?
… Clarity, beauty, simplicity, sense…
I write the words to destroy the words.