*Guttural Primate Sound*

None of these darkened pixels on your computer screen mean anything.

The scribbles of ink in your notebook have no more inherent sound to them than the blank spaces in between them.

The inflections of your lips and tongue create nothing but meaningless noise.

But these pixels, and these scribbles, and these inflections mean worlds to us.

They make us love, and they make us go to war.

They describe themselves, and make us think in ways we could only explain by ways of using them--

But in reality,

Words are nothing but a myth of the collective mind.