You are language. Your life is language. Language is the DNA of the mind. Every minute of every waking day, you cast a silhouette of your mind, in private and public, through language. These linguistic shadows reveal your nature, your spirit, your very being. To be is to be someone in a language.
The physical is not well with the linguistic. You see it, feel it and taste it, but only sense it in the mind of language. The physical is the jungle, off-stage. Language lifts you out of the jungle to reveal in thought the whole length and breadth of it. Douglas Adams said the art of flying is to fall and miss the ground. Well the art of living is to think and miss the physical.
It’s language, stupid! Get with it.
A linguistic mind, April 2020 (somewhere in the jungle).