For someone who can proudly call herself a ‘polyglot’, there are things and perhaps beings that can render me speechless. Not long ago, I wrote a long paper on how non-sense language (word games, koans) can support us in readjusting the way we see the world we think we are. I wrote on how the words we use to describe our experience shape the way we experience; thus, we are sometimes trapped in a möbius strip.
I have learned not to count much on the support of people’s words but on their actions & reactions. The good is not in words but in deeds. Except for nature. Here, my legs give in, and I kneel; I bend and kiss the ground that holds me together as it holds itself. And I feel, not think, without a subject or an object, unconditional love.