Words are foundations(ramblings at that)

I think of words as symbols anyway; they can only point you in a direction.  If you take words for their literal meanings you might as well climb a road sign and sit on it instead of going in that direction. There was natural language of the mind long before the rationality of words was spoken. This is what makes the religious so bothersome to me; they like to talk about the word of god.  Sweet Jesus pleases; especially here in America.  In a very real sense of being there’s nothing in this world, or the entire universe for that matter, except for the laws of nature.  And in order to understand her you’ll need to lean in, be quiet, and listen.  There are whispers from within you that connect you to all things.  You will feel them.  If you look at a tree long enough it makes an impression, and it causes you to have a new understanding of yourself.    
 
There is a place; deep-time.  Its a concept, yet there is history there that only the earth can tell.  It tells those who study it, and therefore studies themselves and their history. There are relationships. There are limits to explanation.  
 
There is a nerve, a nerve impulse, and the feeling of that of love or that of repugnance.  A nerve is of the biological existence, the impulse of the nerve is the electrical current that causes the feeling, and the feeling is only a concept. Of course there are many things between A & Z; I'm only trying to convey an idea to build on. Ideas are always there to build on.  Everything that is here today has been on a journey to this destination since time began.  Be it consciousness, be it a tree; it makes no difference.  Life has been here long before we arrived on our naked birthdays.    Words.  They are awesome tools of learning.  Words, language, and their interpretations are fascinating to me.  Sorry, I’m just babbling on and on today.   We all can get lost in holes; the relentless pose of floating in free space. Okay, here’s a poem:  
 
People love rabbits,  
It’s the maddest thing I've ever seen,  
 
As the thought dissipates
With the scent of softness,
The performance always ends,  
 
I finished my thought,  
 
Another color, another white rabbit,  
I go back to the tribe  
And tell them I’m still the same.