Some limits of Language

Thoughts aren’t linguistic by nature. Language is used to symbolize, capture and digest some sensuous or conceptual experience. We use language to translate ideas from their original form; and ideas are only a cognitive tool for filtering the affective and intelligible unity of our experiences. We utilize ideas to render our mediums of experience digestible by appealing to their distinguishable properties. Some ideas are memories our hearts, senses and awareness recorded or rewrote. Rational ideas are patterns of orderly design that scaffold our experiences. Once removed from the dynamic, sensuous and actual events we attempt to rationalize, and oncemore from the rational Principles that govern the our motion of the Stars when reason fails to investigate Nature’s active and living Intellect. Even then, sensuous ideas about the composition of the world are limited tools for aesthetic representations and subsequent judgements about the World. Our biological, geographic, historical, and socio-political conditions place serious limitations on our processes of inquiry. Take our experience of space-time, our sensuous ideas are represented to us sequentially, one after the other, we hear our friend speaking, feel the wind in the grass, observe a bird soaring in the sky. Our attention shifted from one sense to the next, seemingly in the chronological order in which they arose. While all these apparently independent events, the friend, the wind and bird, are being felt at the same time in the same contiguous and causally enmeshed space, we are limited by our eyes, ears and bodies, to consider each of these events distinctly in both our shared space and in the order in which our attention arrives to them. Our mental lives are limited in each person by the faculties they are equipped to experience the world with. A bat will experience the world through echolocation, feel the world in its sonar form. They’ll be closer than any humann to the mystery of what the ‘Sound of this Cosmos’ is! What sound or wavelength cuts through all the background noise, binding all the other vibrating strings that give form to matter with their own resonance, the Name that speaks harmony once at the centre of all distinct and dynamic voices that make up the Universe’s sonic and luminous canvas. Nevertheless, whether through sight or hearing, both the bat and the human would be beholden to the same unified electro-magnetic and living field, the same rock under the Sun, the same Sun under the Milky Way, the same Milky Way under the same Big Bang. The same. Even if we use different languages to digest and communicate our unique experiences of it. If the Truth can ever be truely heard, it is guided by the Good into the ears of an observer that sees with Love. It’s only with a Love that is detached from reward and outcome, that we can lay eyes on the currents of a Beautiful Cosmos that waits neither for our dispositions nor our arrival to make sense to Us.