The Lamentations

The song that begat all songs pleads for mercy.

Where do we come from, what are we, where are we going?

Here's what I was thinking when I wrote the first sentence. Spoken language is a coohing sound, a primal song that we sing to each other ceaselessly. Since I cannot un-hear what I just heard or un-see what I have seen, I cannot help but hear spoken English as distinct words, not the sound of music. The sound that I once heard as music no longer affects me as pure music affects me. I am bored by the sound of the word "THE" because I hear it so often that only the symbolic content registers in my aural system. The term is Hedonic Satiation; our vocal production depends on a matching aural system that 'cut to the chase' and imprinted a neural patterning that improved the chances that homeostasis was maintained at the lowest work energy -- I go about my day with the least effort and the best outcomes by hearing "The meeting has started" as an imperative to action (get to the damn meeting) rather than as a coohing sound or a musical motif with it's own poetry apart from the symbolic meaning.

All language -- all of our songs we sing to each other -- represent a special pleading for others to show mercy on our efforts to contribute to the good of the tribe. Don't hate me because I  found too few wild onions for our meal. There were some bears that ran me off. Have mercy on me after I sing my song of lamentation.