Words for thought..

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Ever thought about the thoughts we have?
Wondered if “differently abled” people have thoughts just the way we do.
Or if animals and other life forms have a similar thought procedure?

It often occurs to me that every thought I have is in a language that I speak. Conversely, if it so happened that I knew no language or was otherwise incapable of learning a means to communicate, would I still have the same thoughts? or worse, would I still have thoughts at all...??

It is known that people who are blind by birth are incapable of having dreams with images. Then is it possible that if a person who never learns any means to communicate would cease to have any thoughts or imagination whatsoever?

Language, it now seems is actually one of the greatest of man’s creation. Or perhaps it was created because man needed it to express himself and widen his conscious.

Either way, it seems theoretically possible that if someone gains enough power to modify language at the basic root level, that person would have the power to control the very thoughts of every person. It would prove to be a much more powerful and dominating weapon ever imagined. The very thought of retaliating against such power can be eliminated by eliminating the word retaliation and all its synonyms from the language.

The human mind can be forced (without it even knowing) to have a very limited number of thoughts in a very limited expanse defined by the language itself. If words are destroyed and the language is cut to the very bone, verbs and adjectives erased, antonyms and synonyms made obsolete, the entire literature would simply cease to exist as we know. All great thinkers and writers like Byron, Tennyson, Chaucer, Milton, Shakespeare would have wasted their lives in their pursuit of expression.

Thoughts and expressions are results of individualism and eccentricity. If language is made rigid and enforced within a realm of defined parameters, the expression would succumb to the limits of vocabulary which defines the range of thoughts that an individual can have. The inborn eccentricity in humans would eventually cease to exist, making us no better than any other organism inhabiting the planet.

The vagueness of language, apart from giving a wider horizon to express, in itself generates the ideas of puns and humour. If antonyms and synonyms are made obsolete, nouns are removed and the “shades of words” eliminated. If only one extreme word is kept housing its other extreme in itself (by prefixing a negative word), the range of thought can be limited. So many professions made redundant. Making the vocabulary smaller would slowly limit the range of thought making it impossible to express oneself thus ultimately preventing any thought (outside the language barrier) to occur at all.

Language would eventually become like mathematics, absolute and clear. Where every “needed” concept can be defined in a single word and every “optional” concept is eliminated from language and finally from ever existing.
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Requiem

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A log of discarded wood.

That was all it ever was.

Lying in a lush green meadow,

flowers blooming all around it.

The soft breeze of spring would

brush past it and tickle it playfully.

Its days would go dreaming of the time

it was a majestic tree in this very place.

He would bear juicy fruits for the weary and the hungry.

Spread out its branches sprinkled with leaves

and sway them around in the playful breeze

offering relief to the men and animals from the hot summer sun.

It was a glorious time of life.

Friends and family would lay under its shade,

children would climb its highest of branches and

pluck the most unreachable fruits

as it would bear them in its arms like its own.

Squirrels would store their nuts in its body

and it would keep them safe like little secrets.

Lying in the sun like an ancient war hero,

eyes with a fleeting glint of the grand history

they endured but the body wrinkled and withered by the sun and the rain.

Years of storms had left it weak but

they had been unable to take its pride away.

All its life, everyone drew nourishment, relief, strength

and love from it till they skinned it to its bone,

took its heart out and hacked its limbs away

for their selfish motives.

They uprooted it from the very place

where it was born and raised with love and care,

where it spread itself and blossomed the meadow

and adorned it and where it will now be buried

and consumed till every bit of its body has given strength to a new life.
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