When Language Penetrates As An Enemy, Gibberish Combats It As An Enema: a tool to fight insomnia

Civilization generally keeps one under slept in both the total number of hours, but so too in the lack of depth to the sleep (perhaps the science would say we are not hitting those really low frequency brain waves that binaural beats can get us too?). Ambient light interferes with the perception of nighttime darkness, putting us to bed later and stealing away the darkness that was afforded our better slept (and arguably better lived) primal ancestors. Our skin isn’t thick enough—as in our eyelids—to keep out the ambient light and so we are constantly in a pre-dawn middling sleep.

However, I would argue (I do argue!) it’s not just light, and other crudely physical phenomenon that keep us from getting sleep. There is another artificial construct that is far more insidious that eastern meditators (one who meditates) are often doing battle with, and that is our symbolized thought. We baby-sitters of civilization constantly listen to auralistic inner monologues plagued by linguified thought; the eastern meditators may choose as their weapon the “om”, which I’m sure must be a very powerful tool indeed as it has stood the tests of time. However, I just want to contribute a weapon to that arsenal to combat untimely thoughts that serve to torture the pensively sleepless.

Gibberish Is Its Own Antidote: The Tailor-made Weapon To Combat Excessive Pre-Sleep Thinking

Just thinking “om”, or even saying it aloud, I find for me is usually outflanked by the onslaught of thoughts that disregard its reverberations. “Om” goes to a specific tone which is not always the stable tone at which our thought is spoken to us. The barrier it may provide I find very permeable, as well as the unceasing constancy. My thoughts dance and are combined with lots of images and emotions and other othernesses that mix together to keep me very involved, but I find I do not have to combat all of this when a need of sleep is on me. As long as I can combat the specifically interpretable lingual parts with gibberish spoken by my mind that accompanies whatever visual images I witness when my eyes close, it seems to be enough to let sleep overwhelm my writhing tense awake state body, and plunge me into the world of sleep. I can’t provide a concrete example, perhaps precisely because it is the lack of concreteness to an evolving jibberish inner monologue, that keeps it relevant to the one in want of sleep.

Up All Night Thinking: Some Thoughts of Symbolic Language

Representative language—because it is such a real falsity—is sort of unresolvable by our brains: it is a square that can’t be circled, precisely because it is trying (falsely in my opinion) to attach to something else, thus the invention of a term like reification. Language is related to the SAD (Standard American) Diet in that it gives us indigestible particulates that frustrate our brain anatomy. Thus the common utterance “I was up all night thinking”. It wasn’t what the person was thinking about that kept them up all night thinking, it was that the thinking was precisely about something, that kept them up all night, usually. Jibberish isn’t not thinking/speaking, its for once creatively using the potentials of our vocal chords and our imaginative tissues to explore some territories of experience that are usually marginalized by the dictates of symbolic language.

Deepest apologies for any grammatical mistakes I’ve made, but I be losing any sleep over it!


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