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Words
Language is dead. Even as I write this forbidden literature, an
open dictionary and thesaurus lay beside me, reminding me of words even I, a
lover of words, have forgotten. The
street signs are more than just labels for the slummy shops and bazaars
littering our dying cities. Eat
here 4 less 1
stop shop Call
4 service Words like “love,” “faith,” “hope,”
they no longer exist. They exist, but
only in texts long forgotten, bibles of man’s past. George Orwell called it “doublespeak,” a
dissection of the one thing that separates us from the birds and beasts. The conversations that consume our
daily lives, the words we use, are no more than guttural regurgitations of our
actual meanings. Our meanings, what are
they? Language is a pathway to the mind,
and when the path becomes void of life, what does that mean about the mind? Where
r u? Who
r u? Who
m i? Y
does it have to b this way? It began with text messaging, the
dawn of the digital age. Mankind didn’t
realize it at the time, but we were dumbing ourselves down with our electronic
conversation. We were isolating
ourselves, entire families sitting down for dinner and not saying a word to
each other, classes learning lessons at their own homes, connecting to each
other through online video-conferences. Everywhere you turn these days,
television screens and video cameras stare back at us, ever-watching,
ever-listening. The word has become
obsolete. Language is obsolete. Society has turned away from the sentence,
damning to extinction, and with it imagination. With the passing of words came the
passing of literature, and with that, came the passing of intelligence. Learning became a form of hypnosis,
the talking heads on the morning news, the evening news, our soap operas, our
dramas, all smiling, all laughing, everyone having a good time, it started
making me sick, sick to my stomach and possibly sick in the head. I started looking for means of
escape; I spent hours in my father’s library, which would become mine with his
passing, reading over page after page, trying to discern where it all went
wrong, and why we let it happen. The
Internet became a source of misinformation for me, and I spent my time at work
and during my sleepless nights trying to decipher the lies surrounding me. “What’s wrong with the world?” I used that question to test my
surroundings, the people I spent every day with. “Nothing’s wrong, you’re just
worrying too much.” At least, that’s what it should’ve
looked like, but I couldn’t help but read those words in my mind like this: “Nthng’s” wrng, ur just wrryng 2
much.” After someone had spoken those words
to me, I lost all hope in their sanity.
After awhile, I began questioning my own sanity. It was only natural, what with my own
personage being the only one thinking the things being thought. I scoured the Internet even more,
but now searching for fellow lunatics, possible comrades who may in some way
provide me with answers or comfort. The average reading-level in America
is now at an 8th grade level.
Journalists and News reporters are deliberately taught to read and write
their articles at a minimal level, discouraging viewers from progressing their
personal vocabularies. Whether it was intentional by some
black ops organization, or just human stupidity, it’s happening, and there’s
nothing we can do to stem the tide but hope that our own children and their
children’s children will reverse the effects and save the only thing that makes
us human… our ability to communicate on such acute levels our feelings,
thoughts, and dreams. Innovation Affection Curiosity Determination Originality Perspective Consciousness… Ambiguity We have stepped out of our bounds,
destroying something more sacred than any prophet or parable in the history of
the world. We are destroying our own
humanity, and we are letting it happen willingly. © 2013 JohnAuthor's Note
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