Listen With Me

Listen with me

Come. 

Weld yourself to me and together as one, with multiplied senses, let us invade opened words.

In learning any language, the first words we are taught is the verb ‘to be.’  We move it through its various pronouns to ensure that when acknowledging the existence of each other we are doing so correctly. We avoid addressing one another in the incorrect manner; politeness and formality creating the safe way should we be unsure of our boundaries or our position on the rank ladder.

We open ourselves to conjecture should ‘I am’ be confused with where others are placed and the fact that I am positioned at the top of the verb-pile, forces various word constraints on how I am able to speak to all the others.

‘I am’ at the beginning of the language to learn, ‘I am’ the ultimate from which all others move to various notations of a single-consonant-single-vowel word that opens us to the voices of all.  There cannot be others where I am; this changes, compounds and confuses the be-ing.

With ‘me first’ we note the world, with ‘I am’ we set the stage and with ‘I am’ we move the learning of speaking to others to the first person singular, and in so doing remove us from the whole.

Even in loving, I come first.  I love you.  I move to show my affection to you.  I am the one that opens acknowledgement on you. 

We settle I first then move the verb to others.  The world revolves around me; the I is the pivot on which all else turns.  The axis, the pinnacle, the ultimate – this is I.  Start with I, then work down; get I correct, then adapt the others.  With altering others we confirm our pole position.

Only in Latin is the first word we learn ‘love.’

I love - ‘amo’ - love first, then I. 

The language that has been allowed to die is the only language teaching love as the first verb.  The only language that showed caring for others with its opening words is now used to divorce and imprison; to name a species or diagnose a disease.

Unconcerned with the content of I, it held love first; and learning to speak with the ancients meant first learning ‘to love.’ 

The words we now learn move us apart.

Listen with me.