Language as the world’s biggest lie

No words to adequately describe how I feel in every single situation.  As I start to hum the alphabet in response to a question I have heard so many times- now realizing I could be singing Happy Birthday to the inquisitor and it would make zero difference.

A change of one hour might adjust the feeling and response to any data one could introduce.  So what is the point of verbal struggle.

For if I am to know you, I already do.  And should you be in knowledge of me- I would need no further effort to capture.

Language is the world’s biggest lie.  Telepathy or bust.

You can find me singing restlessly alone in a corner. 

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