The Meaning between the Words

A short reflection on the soullessness that follows from runaway postmodernism

Each day we get up and maneuver our way through others. But, in waking dreams, we are constantly missing the life in the conversations around us, and we are often attenuated in our attention to others. We hear what we need to hear and nothing more, like a disease of quiet indifference. The poetry built into our existence is lost in the brutal machinery of our ignorant growth, and the spirit that made us can only weep for this tragedy.

We wake at times and find more wonder and beauty than our untrained souls can feel, and we can only think to organize this wonder, study it, and dissect it. Eventually, we grow bored and fall back to sleep. Why? The poetry that aroused us from slumber is now a heresy, and the meaning between the words is lost. There is nothing to wake us to the reality that we no longer participate in language; we follow it.

What is to become of a people who no longer compose the meaning between the words? What happens to minds that no longer seek to cipher? We have ruined our historical foundations by our apathy, and we risk losing forever the lessons-cruel and kind-of the architects of our past. If we do not excavate this foundation and re-build it, we risk losing the discovered riddles of love, hate, and truth to an uncertain dream.

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