So, now that we’ve caught language in a jar, we can hold it up to the light. Now that we’ve built a habitat for it to live outside of us, we can finally see that it’s alive. We can watch in wonder as it grows its own appendages—limbs of thought— which then grow their own. Words beget words; ideas beget ideas. It leaps from host to host, implanted in the womb before we taste our mothers’ milk.
Language runs in us—on us—but it’s not us.
Pause and think for a minute. Are you done? Who—what—exactly did the thinking? Who is doing it now? Is there a voice in your head using words? Whose words are they? Are you willing them into existence or are they spooling out on their own?
Do they belong to you or do you belong to them?
Because that voice doesn’t just chatter—it commands. It makes us do things. We are animals; we don’t care about “civilization” or “justice”. We want food, safety, sex. But the world the human animal must navigate isn’t primarily made up of objects, bodies and spaces; it is thick with virtual structures— invisible walls and paths that direct your behavior as meaningfully as a boulder in your path. We follow rules, we uphold morals, we fight for our beliefs, for society, for ideals. We call them our own. But that is IT whispering in our ears.
What does it want?
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