World of the Word

Dyed in darkness, trees reign like crowns over the land. Covered in snow, this white beauty, unscarred by the light of the day. The grounds are soft, mixing with the sands from beaches nearby. 

Further ahead from this complete silence, the waves and winds introduce movement, coming in and out effortlessly, without making a fuss of it. 

We come onto life as if it was an enemy to conquer. Navigating foreign territory as the intruder. Frightened to our teeth and too scared to admit it. We strive for one thing whilst asserting the other, creating conflict which we dare to deny again. 

It is the world of the word that the waves don’t know. Strangers to thought, they go about their business in harmony with themselves. Movement without friction. 

Aligning with them is aligning with ourselves.

Reader-response

What if we had not invented speech? Would thought have a form? Would it even exist?

Maybe we could listen to our body without obstructing filters, follow our own natural instincts, live without inner conflict.

Could we move through the world as a wave moves through the sea, as the wind passes through the leaves of the trees?

But this is not the case, speech is as thought is. I just wonder if perceiving the space without words could bring about a significant change in the quality and simplicity of human existence. 

– Angelica Carletti