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.