I have no lies or truth in what I say
there is no meaning
the words are numb and I am so afraid
there is no meaning
The Future of Speech happens to be among my favorite Katatonia songs. I still believe in words, though. Even too much. I take everything too serious. Jokes as well.
I so believe in the meaning of words.
When people meet, usually this question follows- how are you doing? A question which, in theory, enables many answers. However, most of us would say - okay. Even if we do not feel that way. Or - okay, but it could be better. Then, I guess, the conversation about one's state is (usually) finished. We all remain with our own feelings, with our own troubles. We close ourselves. And put on that happy there-is-nothing-wrong-with-me face.
Why is this how are you question needed at all? Do we really care how the other one is doing? Would we help the other one if she/he would burst into crying suddenly, when expressing her/his state... do we actually ask the other with the purpose to help her/him... or to rejoice with the other, in case of a happy answer?
I write in general here; perhaps I write a collection of some superficial thoughts. But I have been thinking about this a lot.
The power of words. The meaning of words. The emptiness of words...
Maybe I am in a bitter state at the moment; I have felt sort of trashy these days. And I still feel trashy. But I am afraid too. I am afraid that this how are you doing question has turned into an empty phrase. We actually don't care how the other one is doing. It is just a necessity one has to ask when it comes upon a conversation. A courtesy. Empty courtesy just everywhere.
Life is too full of empty phrases.
Underneath, real and bloody stuff is hidden. Real and bloody stuff floats hidden under the shiny cover of courtesy, as dangerous and destructive volcanoes are hidden under those glittering glaciers in Iceland.
The words get caught into emptiness - even when one really tries to express some meaning...
Words are losing their power. Words are losing their meaning.
Can one still believe into the words of the other? Can one still believe into her/his own words?
Ruosteiseksi kieli, sanat vaskisiksi... (Tenhi, Jäljen)