Word up! In the beginning was the word. Then was the word made flesh. Don't
take my word for it. Don't take anyone's word for it. Upon my word. I am
generally painfully honest but occasionally sarcastic and abstruse. And it
pains me to honestly tell you that truth is in woefully short supply. The
point of truth is there is no truth, yeah, nanny nanny bop
shoo wop shoo wop. If there were I'm pretty sure it would be
incomprehensible. Whatever else you lose don't lose
your sense of humor. Hear my words: I guarantee with 100% certainty that you
will lose absolutely everything. Everyone. So smile while you can. I give you
my word. I can give you no reason not to believe that language is a virus
from outer space. But I can ask you what exactly you mean by outer. All words
hide meaning. Designed to communicate or woo women? I am laced with pop
culture. It's the only culture I know. Shakespeare was pop. Mozart, Beethoven,
'high' culture deserves the nomenclature because dead things do stink. Looking
for anti-pop? Look a little harder. Joyce, Gesualdo, The Shags. Of course
someone had to know or there'd be no record. Is that the point? Written
language, OK. But we're talking alot and we're not saying anything. Should I
reference my references? I'll leave it at this: Merkin. born CE 1969. Lover of
words. But as disillusioned with them as every other lover. I understand the
teaching is beyond words. But I only understand the word.