LoBD

We are all interpreters: to speak is to translate what the senses perceive. The original and unpolluted language is in our own heart -- the heart doesn't beat on paper. We record the sensations of these heartbeats on paper.

And we record the sensations of these heartbeats in our mind as if our mind was a piece of paper to write on.

Close your eyes. What did you see? Can you explain it? No, it's too much. Is it enough? Not enough. Of course. But no. Words are words. What does a song in a foreign language that you don't know how to speak sound like to you? You don't understand the words. What is the meaning of the words? You don't understand the words.

Are you confused? What is there to be confused about? Words are confusing. Without words, what can be confusing? "Confused" is a word. What is there to be confused about when there are no words to confuse anything? Don't think about this. Think about this. Don't think about this. Think about this. Don't think about this. What is this? There is no "this" to think about. Stop thinking. Start thinking. Why think? Think about what? Are you confused? There is nothing to be confused about. Everything is confusing. Nothing is confusing. Words, words, words. Without words, nothing can be confusing. Words are confusing. Are these confusing? What are these? These are words. I am translating "Wordless" into English for you. I am translating into English for you.

Without words, can there be lies? There can be lies. There cannot be lies. There are lies. There are not lies. Everything is a lie. Nothing is a lie. Language is a lie. Language is not a lie. What proof is there of this? There is no proof. There is proof. What proof? There is nothing. Words are not words. Words are words.

English
Nglishe
Glishen
Lisheng
Ishengl
Shengli
Henglis
English

Language
Anguagel
Nguagela
Guagelan
Uagelang
Agelangu
Gelangua
Elanguag
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"I" interpret everything in English. "I" is from English. Without English, there is no "I." Without a language to self-reference, there can be no self to refer to.

This doesn't mean that a self doesn't exist or that we don't exist. Stop thinking. Why think? Shut down. Shut down? These are just words. What is between the lines -- what is wordless -- is what's real. And it has no name. Are you confused? You're not confused? Oh, you are. Oh, you aren't. There is nothing to be confused about. There is nothing to think about. But there is a lot to think about. What is there to think about?

If "I" interpret nothing in English, how can "I" translate into English? The unknowable translates. Wordless translates. Who is Wordless? Why is Wordless? How is Wordless? There is none, there is all. Wordless' native language has no "I" -- there is no English "I." There is no self-reference -- who floats around in a world made of words -- bizarre -- words -- images -- sounds -- colors -- what is the meaning of this? There is no meaning, and there is all of a meaning.

My native language is not English. No one's native language is anything that can be put into words. I am a drop of water. I am a light shining through in the darkness. I am a shadow cast by an oak tree. I am a weeping willow on a humid summer day. I am a dead possum on the road. I am a moth flickering in and out of the hot glow of a lamp. I am your worst nightmare. I am your best dream. I hate you. I love you. There is a pen on a piece of paper. Where does the blood flowing from the heart disconnect into the ink stains on the paper? I am a pen. I am a piece of paper. I am a book. I am the room with the book in it.

To the sphere of words, I am Anonymous. In reality I am not Anonymous. But to explain who I am in words, I am Anonymous. My name does not exist. "What's in a name?" There is no such thing as a face behind a name. A name is imaginary. I am Anonymous. Anonymous is the vague translation of into English.

-Interpreted by Anonymous