To remain vital, language needs to reinvent itself, daily. If a language begins to lose its capacity to express what people want to communicate it either reinvents itself or it becomes a dead language. It’s a Darwinian thing: Adapt or perish.
Even if we take particular care to communicate what we fully intended – picking our way through the maze of our minds to find the right words – we have no control over the chaotic mass that may be the receiver’s brain, and so we are left in doubt whether the received message was actually understood as intended.
My purpose in life is not necessarily to be happy so much as to be worry-free. Regardless, you can put yourself into that state by becoming absorbed whole heartedly in something. Some people can do this through ‘mindful’ meditation. I can’t. I have to do something. So I write.
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