The Invention Of Hate Blog circa 07/30/07

I learned to speak when I was 1. 

Perhaps my first word was idealistic and sounded like something to the effect of "Me" (think "Met" but without the "T" sound-means Mother in Viet). Perhaps my mother was mighty impressed at my pre-mature Vietnamese/English bilingual skills. 

Then I grew up. We all do. And in that span, we lose the fragile innocence we all have before humanity defines for us what our words are supposed to mean. 

Life, time, experience, and age changes those words we learned to speak during those tender ages. We see things and have this inherent human need to remember them...to freeze time in our minds forever for those singular moments-the first time we try to make love, the first time we actually make love, the first time we make good love, and the first time we understand how dayem fucking fantastic practicing baby-making can really be. 

This illusion of frozen time forces us into a state of panic. Brains don't last forever and therefore neither do our memories. Since most of us paint like we're holding the brush with our feet (but without the recognition or credibility of Picasso during his cubist period), we tend to use language as a more digestable form of making memories last. 

We write poetry, create stories, and loquaciously blog about our thoughts and memories, (yours truly guilty as charged), in an effort to make our voices heard and our moments last "forever." Through language, we fall in love with the illusion that the word "forever" can mean infinite. 

We use language to express ourselves. We use language to love, to show emotion, to show care, to show faith. 

But aren't all of these words of our own invention? Didn't we create them because we felt we had to in order to communicate life?

By that ration, does that mean the creation of "love" spurred the invention of "hate?" 

Did we feel the need to produce direct opposites for every word we invented?

Did we feel uncomfortable with "love" and feel the need to juxtapose it because good cannot possibly exist alone?

Had we not invented language, would "hate" and "cruel" and "malicious" still exist if there was no one to speak the words?

They say if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? If we were to elimate hate from our language, would we still be able to feel it if we never knew how to define it?

We speak as a species because we can, but it doesn't necessarily mean that we should.

If undefinitive silence were to rid us of our hateful inventions, I'd happily be a deaf mute.