I would like to live in a wordless world. I would like to get rid of language, of concepts, of thought. What good has a “concept” ever done? I can’t think of a single thing.
I would like to get a lobotomy to remove my inner monologue. I imagine waking up from my monologue-removal-brain-surgery in an anesthetic state of bliss, washed over with a peaceful quietude. Gone would be the days of rumination, doubt, and second-guessing. In their place, my mind would fill with colours, imaginary lands, and pure sensations—no thoughts.
I wish humans did not speak to one another. I wish we only exchanged glances, dances, and prances. I wish we had no way to know whether an experience was shared, if my inner world felt like yours or not. I wish we lived in an unknowing mystery, content with not knowing. Laughter, anger, screaming—but no words.
I would not need to tell you how much I loved you – I would feel it, and you would too. Explanations gone – feelings abound.
I wish to experience everything with no filter, no verbal intermediary. Words interfere when they should not. I wish for things to simply be, not to have to mean anything. I am tired of ascribing things. I am tired of definitions. Of labels. I am tired of words. I would like to live in a wordless world.
The thinking self must be abolished. No good has ever come from “thinking” – only from being. What a wretched curse god granted to us – this gift of “thought”.
I am tired of thinking, of speaking, of analyzing. I wish for quiet, I wish for peace. I would like to live in a wordless world.
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