Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 107

           Watchedmythoughts,watchedmyemotions,watchedthefishermen.TheYogicsagessaythatallthepainofahumanlifeiscausedbywords,asisallthejoy.Wecreatewordstodefineourexperienceandthosewordsbringattendantemotionsthatjerkusaroundlikedogsonaleash.Wegetseducedbyourownmantras(I’mafailure…I’mlonely…I’mafailure…I’mlonely…)andwebecomemonumentstothem.Tostoptalkingforawhile,then,istoattempttostripawaythepowerofwords,tostopchokingourselveswithwords,toliberateourselvesfromoursuffocatingmantras.

           Ittookmeawhiletodropintotruesilence.EvenafterI’dstoppedtalking,IfoundthatIwasstillhummingwithlanguage.Myorgansandmusclesofspeech-brain,throat,chest,backoftheneck-vibratedwiththeresidualeffectsoftalkinglongafterI’dstoppedmakingsounds.Myheadshimmiedinareverbofwords,thewayanindoorswimmingpoolseemstoechointerminablywithsoundsandshouts,evenafterthekindergartnershaveleftfortheday.Ittookasurprisinglylongtimeforallthispulsationofspeechtofallaway,forthewhirlingnoisestosettle.Maybeittookaboutthreedays.

           Theneverythingstartedcomingup.Inthatstateofsilence,therewasroomnowforeverythinghateful,everythingfearful,torunacrossmyemptymind.Ifeltlikeajunkieindetox,convulsingwiththepoisonofwhatemerged.Icriedalot.Iprayedalot.Itwasdifficultanditwasterrifying,butthismuchIknew-Ineverdidn’twanttobethere,andIneverwishedthatanyoneweretherewithme.

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