A rant of a different color

So, just started a book, on the introduction so far and a simple line has inspired me to post. The book is the power of babel by John McWhorter, and is about the evolution of language.

In the introduction he talks about how our langauge differs from other animals because we do not only have words and conceptions about say...where the bananas are or about desire. we can think of other original concepts.

for the most part i disagree.

Humanity is marked by a potential that no other animal has ever had. we have the potential of greatness, to surpass our primitive and animalistic qualities. we can strive for something and truly succeed. but do we? oh no, we're content to sit around and bitch and moan and whine about desire, food, shelter, and "love". love in this culture especially is just another word for lust, and i must admit i'm not completely free of this, but no one is unless they are able to completely sever themselves from the influencing factors.

before i keep going on that rant again though, my point is this: language, and life as an extension, should be about beauty and about grace and creation. we could make our langauge beautiful, we could live to create something, to make ourselves distinct between the animals. we could all live to the best of our abilities. but we wont. we could each find out unique skillset and how to use it. but we're too worried about if we can make an extra $20 to get that new shirt that would make all the beautiful people consider us one of them. Hell, my goal for this winter break is to not waste any time. so i'm reading, playing music, and other things. If everyone would just sit down and study, expand their mind. if we could just reach beyond our base instincts... things might not be so fucked up.