This paragraph was taken from our friend Jan's BLOG, Shards, Scraps, and Snippets. It so eloquently asks about what it must feel like to loose one's ability with language. Thank you Jan.
What does it mean to not have words, especially when one still has intelligence and clarity inside? How hard it must be to lose them. Can we still think without words? Or perhaps, how does our thinking change without them? Our words define us, create us, demonstrate ourselves to the world. They are manifestations of our personalities, of our dreams. Without them, we are without specifics and nuance; without them we can only respond in broad strokes and simplifications. But maybe that is the point. Maybe lacking words forces us to pull from deeper places inside, from those places that have no words to explain them anyway.
I would add that perhaps lacking words forces us to slowly pull away from life as we face that place where we will have no need for words. Is that not nirvana? Is that not enlightenment? Is that not peace? Is that not death?
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