Writing

I remember reading something like “people invented language with the only purpose to satisfy their need to complain”. I appreciate and truly love the sarcasm (the thing I feel almost as partial to as French fries) laying behind these words, and yes, it must have been fucking hard for an ancient guy to clumsily carve indistinct signs with a blunt something on a stone wall for days on end every time he felt upset by the number of holes in the animal skin he had got from a neighbor next cave in exchange for 17 pterodactyl’s bones dug out in the backyard the other day, or sad because of breaking up with his hairy girlfriend - “You're so down-to-earth, and don't give a button about my touching poems on migrating boars“ she said, her nose turned up high, taking her grass toothbrush and leaving for her smelly mom's.

No, seriously, that idea made me ponder. I am a sort of a person who strongly believes in the power of words, so oooooh, don't you tease my imagination with all these thrillingly exciting notions - language, communication, intercourse, written word. That was not very serious, it seems, right?)

 No, wait. I mentioned great inventions the other day here, and something has just crossed my mind, related to those very inventions in a way, but more in the current context.

Being a teacher, I've had quite a number of speaking lessons with different categories (in age respects) students, some of them in this or that way focused on the achievements the humanity can proud itself on, both of material and spiritual, not physical, nature. Various sorts of things have been listed, with only two declared to be the winners in most cases – the Internet and the wheel. Mmm, I couldn't agree more – for me, too, life would be devilish without a car and an opportunity to get first-hand news about my beloved Greece on the net, all true, but, look... Look in the root of things! - Kozma Prutkov, one of my shrewd countrymen, once said))

Would I be able to ride my four-wheel metal friend had I not had a chance to negotiate its price first, buying it from a sly car-dealer, and later, too, to take out insurance to protect the world from the possible results of my awful style of driving? I did have that opportunity, I had words in my mouth to express myself and they, my interlocutors, had theirs likewise.

As for the indispensable Internet, it's absolutely obvious that its very essence is the Word. Words. Those little funny combinations of letters that get entwined, form all sorts of relationships with each other, thus becoming a weapon, a medicine, a threat, a torch, - anything that we, their creators, destine them to be.

As for me, I owe a lot to the Word, to its magical power, even though “a lot” even in one-hundredth doesn't reflects that enormous part it occupies in my life. Even more so when it comes to its written form, - starting from endless diaries-notebooks-books of impressions allowing me to put my aimlessly wandering thoughts in something close to an order, ending with the remarkable people I am blissfully happy to have encountered, people I have been sharing the craziest ideas with, whose outstanding views on this world and everything it presumes have in a sense shaped my own internal vision, - not necessarily for the better, I'll be objective, but have definitely broadened it.  

Apart from all that, exercising with words is a perfect opportunity to practice one's language skills - an opportunity we all, barbarians, non-native speakers that is, simply have no right to neglect!)