And yet to admit of doubt, and doubt is the only real constant in everything i write or will write, even if such a language could exist, would the end result be interesting or instructive? And since our starting point is zero, a blank state, not interconnection but the gut instinct for connection cut off, refuted, how on earth can another soul be reached, be made to know?
Every case of conversion requires a certain brainwashing, and every "success" is of his nature, through the mere mechanism of being known, bloody-minded and predatory to the point of seeming abhorrently vulgar, tasteless. Insistence on superiority of a product, in an age which adores marketplace competition. The fact is that in rejecting all this you reject teaching and learning and a chance at connection, in words and opinions. In rejecting the marketplace you reject wider communication.
My messages can no longer be bright, cheerful, fresh, stylish, can no longer be attractively clad in novelty, like a nice, gleaming product, or even a nastily gleaming product. Maybe my product is unpalatable, maybe my messages are uncomfortable...
So here we have it: everything i write runs down to one thing; a wordless state, a pre-verbal act, a voiceless condition. Following the trail till the trail ends.