In our daily lives we attempted to harness all that is within the lasso of words. We flatten and compact the shapes and forms of existence into structures so that they may be recognisable both to ourselves and to others. The wonders of the universe easily explained away in the flat two dimensional world of words.
But this is not the limit of words. They are more than merely descriptions of life, ensuring that we differentiate between petrol and diesel or the days of the week They have meaning or rather, we give them meaning and as such they hold a power. Words have the power to heal and to inspire they also have the power to destroy, to hurt and to cage.
The words we use are labels for the reality we find ourselves in. They are not the matter, the object, or the thing, they are merely the tag that we have pinned to it. The usefulness of this method of labelling is obvious, but what might be less than obvious is the very action of labelling compresses the thing into a simple two dimensional word. Psychedelic explorer Terence McKenna speaks about this when he says,
Culture replaces authentic feeling with words. As an example of this, imagine an infant lying in its cradle, and the window is open, and into the room comes something, marvelous, mysterious, glittering, shedding light of many colors, movement, sound, a transformative hierophany of integrated perception and the child is enthralled and then the mother comes into the room and she says to the child, “that’s a bird, baby, that’s a bird,” instantly the complex wave… of the angel peacock iridescent trans-formative mystery is collapsed, into the word. All mystery is gone, the child learns this is a bird, this is a bird, and by the time we’re five or six years old all the mystery of reality has been carefully tiled over with words. This is a bird, this is a house, this is the sky, and we seal ourselves in within a linguistic shell of dis-empowered perception. – Terence McKenna
The action of labelling the fantastic, as we are in the habit of doing so, we can easily get into the habit of labelling ourselves. Collapsing the mystery of what it is to be us, to be you into a label of convenience both for ourselves and for the benefit of others. “I am this” or “I am that” can become a boundary, it can become our prison. When we hear the word depression, we can suddenly become the depression. Depression is a label that can seek to do far more damage than it can ever do for good, specially if it is blindly attached to. Oftentimes most cases of depression are in fact a reaction to the reality that is presented to us. It is our natural state rejecting the indoctrination that we are being exposed to. It is due to our ability possibly to empathise, that the feelings we perceive to be our own may not be so. As a result of this rejection of the ‘normal’ we seek aid for a condition that has arisen due to our strength to perceive beyond the veil that is pulled over our eyes. So what happens? We are labelled as having depression and are subsequently drugged. As the pain of birth, as the caterpillar transforms within the cocoon, as it is on the cusp of emergence, when the symptoms are at their peak. It is then that we receive the doctors labelling and subsequent relief. The strongest of us are put back to sleep to ensure that they can not fulfill their roles as nature had intended.
To label can be to limit, mind your attachments.