Words are the fog one has to see through. (Zen Buddhist)
Words are not mere puffs of wind shaped by the tongue, but are alive. Although we have a developed lexicon to tract their meaning, their essential force, power, and life comes from the desire and intent of the human being who speaks them. When someone intends to mislead, he takes words out of context and forms them in a manner that misleads the original intended content, implanting his own intention. We see this kind of derailing of original intention into a misleading meaning, happening every day on T.V. ads; they fill the airways. The use of transplanting context usually comes under the heading of “rhetoric,” (artificial eloquence; showiness and elaboration in language), but its use, more accurately, should come under “propaganda,” (ideas, doctrines or allegations used disparagingly to connote deception or distortion).
I wrote a poem called, “Wasted Words, ” that will, I believe, help dissolve the “fog of words:”
Hold your tongue and listen a minute, to the great avalanche of words entering your ears.
Day and night, words are pumped out through mouths in rapid-fire succession.
Where once they were used sparingly and with care, now derelict of truth they spew out faster than a machine gun, with little care and little heart.
Words wasted as if there were an infinite supply; mere puffs of of wind, traveling the air and dying off as smoke. But where do they disappear?
Do they reverberate through the canyons of space like some eternal echo?
Do they completely dissolve into emptiness?
Do they gather at some cosmic point and there mark their selves on some universal ledger?
Every word and its intent imprints upon the cosmic waters. There every curse, every boast, every syllable, every atom of sound lives and follows its path to effect. There is no escape, not under the sun, nor atop the highest mountain. Its is your breath that breathes them out and they will seek their effect directed by your will.
Thunder is the voice of lighting and responds only to the bolt-never more never less.
What would the world be like if all humans spoke as succinctly?