Words

Faulker wrote a book called As I Lay Dying. In it one character says that "words are no good" and that they were invented by people who can't feel the meaning of the words so they have to make up words for the lack of feeling. Words are just "a shape to fill a lack." I think he was getting at the fact that when you love someone or when you are really afraid or really sad you don't need words for it because the feelings themselves are enough. They explain themselves. Words are for people who've never felt anything deeply enough to let the feelings be "unsaid." I couldn't agree more. This is a big deal because I really like words. My love language is verbal affirmation; words mean the world to me. To realize that words are still inferior to pure feeling is humbling, but Faulkner himself believed this, and he was one of the best American writers of all time. I think Faulkner is right because those times in life when I look at someone and we completely understand one another( and this doesn't happen much) it is a feeling that words just don't touch. It's a feeling to deep, to old for the newness of words. These feelings are as old as the earth itself, maybe older. Love, and I'm talking about intimate understanding and pure goodness, an entity Holy unto itself, is eternal because God is eternal and God is love.


On a completely different note, this song by The Weepies is currently my favorite. I woke up and baked a cake this morning and put this song on repeat. Pure bliss.

The World Spins Madly On

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on

Everything that I said I'd do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

I thought of you and where you'd gone
And the world spins madly on.


It doesn't sound as depressing as it looks. And actually it really is a beautiful song because of the words not despite them. I think maybe we all feel this way sometimes.