i certainly can identify with all of this. I love language, but it is, indeed, a prison. Even so, words can be weapons. The world exists outside the constraints of written symbols and spoken syllables. Sights and sounds are subjective experiences. i especially appreciate conciseness and how brevity is the soul of wit.
As i mentioned before, Zen encompasses this esoteric realm. The impact of spaces and pauses, the power of what is not said, the reading between the lines, the awe of silence. There's so much to life that is not spoken. Emotions are a wordless language. Living in the moment can be an eternity of minutes.
My daily ritual includes working a patternless crossword puzzle that runs in my daily newspaper. It's me against a totally blank grid. No black squares are included. A list of numbered clues are provided under the headings of Across and Down. You have to fill in the blanks with words that have to be separated from each other by blackening the square/squares between them. In the course of doing this, instead of the grid being my challenger, it gradually become my enabler. i read the clue and stare at the space provided for the answer. Sometimes the clues are easy but the hard ones require that i wrack my brain for an answer. Without fail when the answer is not forthcoming, after staring at length at the blank, the word comes to me, as if it was there all along and i just needed to bring it in focus. And as the completion of the puzzle finally begins to take place, it's like the grid has become my alter ego and together we have brought blank spaces into a completed pattern. it's a very intriguing exercise, one that provides a lot of fufillment because i am always successful in finishing the puzzle Whatever. My take away is that everything we need to know is right before our eyes just awaiting concentration and fruition.