WORD IS FLESH
I mean, paradoxically? ironically? all of the above and below? That words literally are flesh, especially as spoken, my larynx flesh moves creating words that travel through air as waves crashing into your eardrum flesh, decoding these waves and recoding them into electrochemical patterns moving along your nerve flesh and matriculating within your brain flesh.
But even written words are literally flesh, my finger flesh ... your retinal flesh ... words are not some "other" existing outside of ourselves.
The trippy part, is whether words would still exist if they had never evolved for traveling between us.
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"It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy."
-- Helen Kellar
But even written words are literally flesh, my finger flesh ... your retinal flesh ... words are not some "other" existing outside of ourselves.
The trippy part, is whether words would still exist if they had never evolved for traveling between us.
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"It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy."
-- Helen Kellar