In general, once we invoke language (at least) half of the universe disappears instantly into the structure of our invocations. Decide what something is? Well, you’ve rather collapsed the wave, at least locally… for yourself (and your relationals to some extent). That means half of ourselves, our potentials, everything. Not precisely gone, but definitively inaccessible.

In QM we learned that we can get reasonable purchase on the position or velocity of a ‘particle’ — but not both. There is ‘a seam’ in reality, and it is no accident that there is one in the structure of our brains as well. The corpus callosum.

Our inherent ‘narrativity’ is also our vulnerability, since the more we say things, the more we tend to come to believe them, often with little or no justification. Yet, I think you will understand what I mean when I say that enjoying one’s soup is not really a matter for discussion. There are forms of intimacy so acute that whilst in their embrace verbalization is revealed to be the relatively ridiculous prosthesis it actually is, and in such moments we may find reunion with our personal and universal ‘origin’.

This has little to do with language.

-Before- we enter the trance-like universes of language, thought, or perhaps even knowledge… in the suspension of our ordinary habits… the inherent intelligence with which we originally acquired these prostheses may emerge to our awareness and access. The nature of -that- aspect of our ‘minds’ is nearly too provocative for me to comment on.

Ironically, re-acquiring direct access to our original intelligence will almost invariably trigger a nearly complete re-evolution of our relationships with language, knowledge, thought and identity… as if we had undergone a second period of the extreme learning prodigy many of us experienced in early childhood.