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Life and Symbol

Nothing is so fresh about language. It's noisy, symbolic, empty, ritualistic, discriminatory, but useful. It's meant for pragmatic use, misuse, and abuse. I wonder in what language a mountain communicates with the sky? And in what symbol a tree expresses love towards existence? They may have communication system, though unfathomable from the perspective of our ritualistic and habitual symbols. Enlightenment thinkers like Kant or Rousseau emphasized upon reason and logic as the basis to differentiate between anthropocentric worldview and the rest of the world of animals and plants. I find, language is the point of departure from the world of animals, whereas one appears to be a speaking animal, creating a life of symbols, by which things are claimed, justified, rationalized in symbols. For the purpose of discourses, language and its signification are pre-conditions for a symbolic world. On the other hand, rest of the world, as it seems to be, is living in the moment without being pressurized from the agony of past or the expectation or hope of the future.


Time for speaking animal is nothing but hope and anxiousness. They, in fact, feel disgusted from the present and to remain either in the false sense of glory of forgone or to invest too much for a future which doesn't exist, except in the symbol of image and imagination. It's naive to establish a mountainous hope without knowing that it is destroying the possibility of life, which is nowhere but in the moment. Becoming is a shallow practice of mind, which is stimulated by thoughts to create a system of utopia. Non-linguistic creatures are at least realistic in their living practices without overburdened from the hope to become something more than what one is. 


How do we know if our progression is not a distortion to reality? We live in a mythic life of progressivism without questioning what it means to say development or progress. What has changed substantially about human psyche since their evolution from non-human primates, except compilations of symbols in the name of discourses and disciplines and the accumulations of symbolic wealth? What our science has done with the "aesthetics of existence"? And what  our religion is doing with the reality, happening here and now?

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