The World of Words

Poets show us that words are floppity inventions and conventions and by doing this give us hint and hope of the infinitude beyond the world of words…

“….in practice we are all bewitched by words. We confuse them with the real world as if it were the world of words. As a consequence we are dismayed and dumbfounded when they do not fit. The more we try to live in the world of words, …the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security.”
-Alan Watts, This Wisdom of Insecurity

“It is convention alone which persuades me that I am simply this body bounded by a skin in space, and by birth and death in time. Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart. The movement in which I am a pattern or convolution began incalculable ages before the (conventionally isolated) event called birth, and will continue long after the event called death. Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.”
-Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity

“And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,
For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,
(No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and death.)

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand
God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful
than myself.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and
each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own
face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one
is sign’d by God’s name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that where-
soe’er I go,
Others will punctually come for ever and ever”
-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

no more words need to be said today…
until next time,