“I was named, known, recognized; I existed. It was an intense relief.” – The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin.

But to rely on being named to exist means to rely on language. Language, a structure we built. We create out existence though language, a flimsy, imperfect structure we built and constantly revise. Why do we rely on language for our identities, our existence.

We existed before language, didn’t we? Maybe we didn’t really exist then. Does a baby exist? But a baby is useless, really. It just has potential to be more. Once it learns language. Can we get back there, to the time when we didn’t rely on language? Do we want to? Or are we afraid of being useless?

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