When I was in college twenty years ago, there was a time when I felt that my parents were particularly bad for me, thinking that they didn't care about themselves at all, and that they didn't play a big role in my growth. So I wanted to call them, tear these things apart, and spit out the unhappiness in my heart.
However, due to the fear of communication in the traditional Chinese family, he did not pick up the phone for a long time, but many of the words he wanted to say were stuck in his heart, like a stone stuck in his throat, and he could not turn into a rooster and swallow the stone hard, so he found a gentle means to avoid direct conflict - writing letters.
I still remember some of the feelings of writing a letter at that time, and the emotional place also left indisputable tears, as if all the grievances jumped on the paper. But the letter, in the end, was not sent, and when I finished writing it, everything was over, and the things that were accumulated in my heart also fell on the paper with the words, and the emotions behind it also dissipated with the solidification of the words.
What's more, a magical situation happened at the same time. Words are held in the heart, often with a strong subjective feeling, once they fall on the paper, the whole person will enter an objective state, as if using a God perspective to examine their own experiences and feelings, it is this objective perspective, let me penetrate the original emotional fog that trapped me, more clearly see the parents behind the difficulty.
From this, I saw the power of words, which are not a kind of embodiment of language, not some symbol of language, and when a person can control words, he acquires a magic that manipulates the inner forces, or a Freudian self-psychological analysis.
If we use an image to describe the difference between words and those words in thought, we can say that those words in thought are as if they were fish in the sea, and words are fishing in the sea. Before thought becomes a text, it is like we know that there are many fish in the sea, but only vaguely know that they are there, but we cannot say exactly where they are, what they are, and only when we go out into the sea and fish out of the net, the fish really appear, and the meaning is really captured by us.
Writing may not be a popular way of expression in this era, and even a little lame, like a sudden seven laws in a rap, the problem is not the writing itself, but people are accustomed to the ambiguity after the words are not up to the mark, but gradually forget the precision of the writing expression.
This restriction of the receiver on the expressor does obliterate the hidden function of the text. Like confession before God's messenger, words are the best means of pouring out inner sins, the wonderful way to look at the self. Words are like walls of inner defense, and only by tearing them apart and dumping them can one have a new feeling.
As a purer expression, the text itself has a voyeuristic act, exposing people's privacy and secrets in a secret scene. The writer also uses this to complete a warning that exudes the anxiety of the heart, and it is through this admonition that the author obtains temporary relief in the process of writing.
Caring too much about others is also a disease, and modern people are obviously terminally ill, taking care of the audience, so that people stay in shallow clichés, and after the words lose the effect of psychoanalysis, they are cut off another wing. Expression without words is not imaginative, and in a world where more and more figurative means of expression prevail, imagination seems to become an ancient legend.
What is written is considered experience, and what is engraved is history. The process of writing is not merely a record—for the sake of circulation, there is something more active. Through the inner activity in writing, people reconstruct the events that occur, and creativity participates in the writing of individual or group history, which does not mean tampering, but multiple understandings of reality in the sense of creation.
In this way, man realizes time travel in the sense of words, and man can create the future, and he can also reconstruct the past with imagination in words.
More importantly, a good author, profoundly expressed in words, can reveal the voice of an era, and also leave a text for future generations to psychologically analyze the past era. An era devoid of text would become a mute in human history, absent from the feast of civilization.
At the same time, good writers are also victims of this era. They are seen as outliers, unacceptable, and even ignored. Even if they write about their time, even beyond their own time and space boundaries, and touch the bottom line of the entire human psyche, they still cannot arouse any resonance in an era that ignores words, even if they act as spiritual shamans in the human race, and most of the time is excluded from the normal category except for occasional needs.
In the interactive process of a text, the reader gains far less than the author's author's state of seemingly hollowing himself out, in fact, using words to baptize themselves and even be reborn to understand the stories in those lives. You can even experience the taste of being a God in the story universe, after all, the rules in reality and the finiteness of man himself cannot be broken, only in the imaginary world of creativity, in the narrative world of text concatenation, people may become complete masters.
The expressor has no fate, and expression is the fate of the entire human race. The era of text absence is the expression of sadness, only the slow return of words can use psychoanalytic methods to cure the mental illness of an era, consciously and unconsciously, the writers are Freud, but they are also Oedipus.