Отклонения, лирически и прозаически
Essays
Essay on Communication
You need a fishing-net to catch the fish.
Once you catch the fish the net is forgotten.
You need a trap to catch the rabbit.
Once you catch the rabbit the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to catch the sense.
Once you catch the sense the words are forgotten.
Where can I find someone who has forgotten the words
So I can speak with him.

A Zen Saying

    Our, human existence, is based on communication. Should we stop communicating, we shall, no doubt, ceise to exist. Human beings are incapable of doing things by themselves - they (we) are more than dependent on language use.

    Language is one of the tools humans are gifted with as to be able to realize themselves and the very existence of things. And so, we use it - we speak it, we write it, we make others do it so they can, probably, understand what we have understood. We spend all of our lives in learning that which we can learn, and in attempts to learn that, which we cannot. We are masters of language to the same extent as we are masters of the world we inhabit. And slowly we do, eventually, realize that we cannot control anything but our contol.

    Language is one of the things that own us, one of the many. In our weak, foolish and human attempts to own things we become enslaved more and more - to the belief that we control, that we own. A great part of men want to explain language, so that they can realize its ways of working and thus become its masters. They have created dozens of sciences that deal with language for the purpose. They learn rules that others have discovered, so they can discover new rules, that they will try to teach to others, so one day they can be pronounced by the rest of the world "masters of language".

    Thousands spend their lives learning about the sense of language, and of words, so that they can learn about whatever they believe they can learn. But the case here is just the same as it in every other field of science - lifes are spent in learning about the fishing-net and the fish, and the essence of fishing, and how to fish, and the life of a fish etc., but no fish is actually caught.

    It is a common practice that all who learn about things, should learn the very details, and their description, and the way these function and why and so on ad infinitum. Thus new sciences are born and the connection between them is lost and forgotten, and so there comes a time when a scientist tells to another that his and not the other`s science is the right one, that his and no other is that which can explain the universe and so on. People fight. Wars are fought - with weapons of numerous kinds - one of them is language. People fight wars believing that the war they fight is the one that shall put an end to all other wars. Ad infinitum.

    Of course I have stepped aside from the topic stated in the beginning. But isn`t this the way things should be - that one should lead to the other and that everything should lead to everything, and eventually to nothing at all. I shall have to make a confession - I cannot, I have tried, but failed, to restrict my reasoning to a single topic and not to slowly go to another and then to another. I do believe that this is the way communication should be done, and too bad for me, if I keep on talking about the way things should be and not do them myself. Yes, I believe that this essay is nothing more than communication between a speaker and a reader and it does not apply with the task given. For I find no use of talking about the way people talk or do not talk, of giving numerous examples about this and then turning around and keep doing things the same way. But I shall give following a passage of a story I have written 2 years ago that deals with language and men, and hope that, though it tells nothing new, be accepted as a reason enough for my doing things my way and proof that I know what I am talking about.

    All of our existence is based upon the sense of what we say - the sense that we usually put inside our words, uttering them and the sense that we try to make our interlocutor to find inside them. We talk in a round-about way - we hide our wishes and emotions, our intentions - having them neatly envelopped in speech - words and sentences, thousands of them - we play with them, we manipulate language, distorting its very essence, often unconsciously. We some-times put in words that we probably didn`t want to, but our lips uttered them. We play a game, and the rules we do not know well enough; we cover up, we lie in wait, we shoot... words. We go deep into the sense of what has been said, deeper and deeper, we find, behind the curtain things that we had to find, things that are there or things we`d rather find there. We seek. We can see the reflection, transferred by numerous mirrors, that we have put there ourselves, and then we restore that reflected image to its original, often with insignificant or not that insignificant defects. We lie - unconsciously or consciously. We lay traps, we fall into traps. We pretend to be clever. Turns, turns, masks, costumes. Why? Is it that this whole thing is inborn to us, deep into our very essence?

   The richness of language is hidden in the different senses a word can have - it and its various forms. These are derived from our countless games of reason, that let us think we are able to use language, everytime we manage to insert some hidden sense, something deeply covered inside a pile of otherwise everyday language. We never speak directly, we never utter feelings, pure feelings and emotions - such that are not enchained to the almost obligatory distortion of the direct sense. ? That is a habit we have developed from life. Managing words we attempt to find something - a fault, a hidden sense, a dearest wish, whatever, that, which, while trying to utter or accomplish, we do not, disabled by the deterring ambiguity of the ambience we have created, by our wish to escape the ill-wihsers. And these are us - we ourselves are the ill-wishers. We kill our dreams, letting doubt steal in among them? Words, words, words. Language is merely a means of hiding the truth. It is so rare that we dare think aloud and share. (Damn, a good rhyming , isn`t it?) We are turning into ordinary words with no ordinary, but hidden meaning, that we, wishing to protect it from misuse or misunderstanding, forget, having it hidden deep inside its hiding place for so long a time, that one day we wake up and realize that we have have turned into words that are ordinary. And when those around us miss to realize our hidden meaning, we accuse them in misunderstanding, having forgotten our very own crime, that has lead to this misunderstanding?

As a finale I shall write a sentense that should, at least to an extent, excuse my not writing what everyone else will, not that I need an excuse, I just try to keep the dialogue going - NORMS EXIST TO HINDER THE INADEQUACY OF THE MASSES.

2001