If we’re beings of light and the world weaves along frequencies or anything else, then what layer do words appear upon? I guess you could count the melody made when reading along, if you could. If you do subvocalize.
Though I think the reason why music addiction happens is because words are quite restrictive. When you’re in confinement – whether by role, by proxy, a hushed existence because the stress of unveiling isn’t worth the aftereffects – so words are the last tool left.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the paradox of influence – surely you know how fruitless conversation appears with dug-in positions. And yet the very same opponents gathered all their talking points from someone else. What did that someone else do to weasel themselves into their whole being, while we’re here struggling to make any point at all? In other words, why aren’t you the one doing the indoctrinating – budding cult leader you could be.
I guess it comes back to having some sort of direction to your influence. Calculating and co-opting education tracks. If you could weasel all the same, what message would you hope to impart? It’s a struggle to come up with. You could try to paint in something all virtuous, but common tumult tendencies tend to leave little room for reason: the same as irrationally learning whole languages because the reasons live beyond any sort of sentence.
Nevertheless, even if words are some of the more influential tools – books are often the foundation for -isms – it can’t match the leftover inclinations to sing out loud something. Screaming at football matches I guess.
It’s anesthetizing, which is probably for the best: when passion has full reign so the aftermath leaves one much to be desired.