I looked up at the page sized outline I had made for my paper, taped up to my pop-up Star Wars book. It was so pretty, why did I have to change it? Why did I have to mash it up into edible pieces for the reader to slowly ingest without making them work for it? Why did I even need a reader?
Grumblecakes. You could have all the ideas in the world, but when you can't communicate, everyone thinks you're dumb. I could draw outlines all day, have the most amazing insights into the most mundane processes, but if I couldn't write, it wouldn't matter.
Maybe we just talk to much. Couldn't we just use one word? And then have our auditor examine all their own relations to the word until they got at what we were most logically thinking about? This is probably how the world worked when language consisted simply of categorizing everything into one word. Now we have words that can index things, and people need to know exactly what you're thinking. And even with all that effort, most people fall back on their dumb heuristics and make awful assumptions about the thoughts of others.
Regardless, in 41 hours I'd need to have that essay done. But sleep was probably more important. It always was. Can't communicate when you can barely think about what you're own mind is thinking.
*yawn* Audiences are stupid. I'm the only person, in the entire world, who I find myself caring about how to learn things (this sentence, of course, makes no sense, because I don't have the language to explain such an odd idea). I can explain things to myself so much quicker than I can make my brain spew something forth from my pre-motor cortex.
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