The Inner Voice/Monologue

[UltraBudgie]

In the beginning was the word
And that was enough
But the word sort of grew
Into all sorts of stuff

It was fine at the start
When the word was innate
Like a warning call
Or a signal to mate

Then it got complicated
With pronouns and verbs
And grammar and syntax
Just made it worse

And the word became king
The thing in itself
And every word
On the library shelf

Became so important
We began to belive
That somehow the word
Could never deceive

The word said I think
So therefore I am
That old philosophical
Cartesian scam

This is beautiful! Thank you.

That old "Cartesian scam", great insight. Always question anyone who has something named after them, haha. You're reminding me of Julian Jaynes, The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, and the ways we externalize, project and individuate while we may indeed be talking to ourself. The word really is ego, isn't it?