Epiphany of sorts

The lives of men are spent in recognition of the fact that they cannot do anything they want, this is disastrously false.

The lack of understanding of our capabilities is tremendous. It is not a question of understanding humanity, it is a question of being human. We keep asking ourselves, what is it to be me? or who am I? It is not a question of empirical knowledge, it is not a question at all. It is a completely universal call for truth. y€š Language is an amazing thing. But verbal and written communication is sadly not very evolved, meanings are combined and scattered and definitions are ridiculous because of new concepts that lack original words.

No one can say they know and understand every word in any language, but if one such person did exist, does this mean they know every concept in human life? every action? every feeling? Of course not, there are many things that cannot be described by any language, an example of this is music, although one can argue that music is a language of symbols, but that is not what I am referring to. The actual sense of hearing, along with the other senses, can only be described as far as our written and verbal language has progressed. It is a sad fact that we are not really evolving our language, it is merely a mountain of words being piled up higher and higher.

What next you ask? Instead of looking outside; language, music, art, we should look within, so that when we truly understand what it means to be, we will be better equipped to create, understand and appreciate things like art, and knowledge. And we must take language more seriously it's beautiful simplicity is to survive.