Here are my experiences with spoken language and dmt.
When I smoalk alone, I can't comprehend the meanings behind the syllables coming out of my mouth. Other times I experiment with the syllables and the way they are created, still with very little comprehension of what they actually mean.
When I smoalk with someone else, what they say sounds like babble. This has only happened once in the few time I've joined others for a spice session, but it was super odd. I just had zero comprehension of language, and ended up laughing at the fragility of our primary tool for communication.
These few experiences are some of my favorite, and I have been obsessively pondering all the different aspects of language.The evolution of language is quite an interesting thing to think about; I mean having the neural capacity to link our perception to ideas and then to transfer them to sounds that would have no purpose otherwise is utterly amazing.
Have you guys had any experiences with the deconstruction or reconstruction of language?
We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.