What knows what I am going to write before I even begin? For a long time mankind (inclusive of womankind) has been in ignorance (or darkness, as it is called in poetry). I am going to write about the dark and expose it to light so pay close attention for I may not pass this way again.

Some among those who consider themselves to be of exceptional intelligence are blind to it. What? To the intelligence source, the is.

Is lies beneath these words of mine and behind the doors to a room where languages are conceived which leads to the room where the words you can read were hatched. Is is.

Language went to our heads, so to speak. Once it began to happen all around Earth, well, it made a whole lot of communication possible for the first time and that fascinated us no end. An explosion of information of all kinds engulfed mankind. Like any trick, one was played that has us in the dark.

The words took over the shop where they were kept and began giving orders to anyone who could read them. A thing called education (a mere word) evolved quickly that claimed to dispense intelligence itself. It was not possible for people to detect the trick that was played and it is in full bloom today and still growing. Electronic devices tell people what to do and people are grateful!

This part is important: language, all of it, is only a dog which chases its own tail and goes nowhere. Do you feel sometimes like that is happening to you, going nowhere, I mean? Your bosses are chasing their tails? Every word is given its meaning by other words which were given meaning by a bunch of words which were given meaning by? What else? Words. So, how come words are seen by everybody now as the source of intelligence? Books? Television? Computers? Devices hand held and plugged into ears?

Love is just a four letter word.

What turned off the light? Words. All of us lost contact with the source of language. This is not rocket science nor is it religious doctrine that I point out yet nobody sees. Why not? Trickery and greed. This is so important. It is described in an ancient tale that goes: Once upon a time, a long time ago, a wise man lived on Earth. As he was going about the streets on a walk one evening after dark, he spied a group of adults under a street lamp huddled together all looking down at their feet and moving ever so slowly in a circle. He asked one what they were doing. We are searching carefully for this man's ring which he has lost, was the reply to the wise man. Oh, said the wise man, where was he when he last saw the ring? In the house was the reply. Then, asked the wise man ,why do you search out here in the street? The light is better out here was the only answer the wise man was given.

Such is the power of words to lead a man or woman into everlasting foolishness whenever words are the masters instead of their source. That has happened already to us. We are nuts. So nutty are we that none of us has the eyes to see the obvious. What is the obvious?

The obvious is that something made language possible. Before language we were all of us in touch with that great reality that is the source of language. It had brought us fire. We forgot. It is the master of all the living creatures of Earth save mankind. A blade of grass listens to it and follows the Sun across the sky. It gave language and we jumped ship to sail away with words (which cannot swim).

At this point some will say, who cares? You should. Because a simple move back to the source underlying words will enable us to use words as servants and at the same time introduce us to our real intelligence. That is all I mean to say. I did it and know it is so. You can too.

And...the names for the source are legion. In every language there is a name. God, Father, Grandfather, Grandmother, Great Spirit, Allah, Krishna, Christ, and many more. There are stories in every language but the stories are words. Words chase their own tails. The source is nameless for it is the source of names. We all agree names did not create themselves. What did? I want you to know. You will find the source inside your heart. By heart I mean your source. You find the source in you. Everybody came out from within beginning as a tiny, tiny thing that the source made from inside of it. All life grows from the inside outward. If you do not believe me try making a sculpture of any living thing. You find out soon enough what makes a three dimensional work appear as if it were real.

Forget a name. Then see it. It is here.

When you do you will understand what in reality caused man to coin the word love that will make the word live. That is the source.

Follow this along: on a test the teacher expects correct answers to questions made of words and this explanation you are reading of what education is about is a bunch of words also. Suppose any ten questions appear on a test. You do not know the answers. You write I do not know ten times on the exam. When teacher gives you a zero grade and fails you, reply,

Oh, but teacher all ten of my answers are correct. I do not know. I must receive an A by your own words.

If the teacher would only find the courage to admit you are entitled to an A, in accordance with the words which rule her domain, real education, not the word, could begin. We await that moment.

In that moment one discovers that the suggestion to find the source of all that is (God) was originally spoken so you might find you. You are more like the grasses than you think.