a reply to: Aural
Put it this way...
I was a late speaker. When I was a toddler, my mother was concerned that I might be deaf or dumb, because I did not speak. It was only when I was
three, that I uttered my first words. They were however, a legible sentence. It was a nice day out (snowing, howling gales and so on), and I wanted to
go to the beach, so I said "Beach, buggy, walk!".
I never saw a need to vocalise until that point. Obviously, I would cry if injured, or if unwell, but until that point, I had not uttered even an
attempt at language. I am increasingly of the belief, that the reason for that is to do with my way of thinking. As for how I manage it, well, my
linguistic capabilities have not been negatively effected by my manner of cogitation, and so I do not suffer in any way from thinking the way I do.
It is not something I have to manage, it is just how it has always been. It is only when I need to vocalise a thought that it ever gets written in my
mind in language, rather than in essence. For example, when I think of the lady I met in the bar last week, I do not think of her name written on the
meat of my mind, instead I summon to mind her face, the way the light picked out her facial peircings, the way her laugh seemed to sink into my bones
themselves... I can convert that feeling into textual or spoken language (although there exists no language, no words which can do these things any
justice), to describe it to others, but for me thinking of her is more of a combination of sense memories, than involving any process of my linguistic
I also conceptualise things which I have never seen, with my time in my minds eye, roiling clouds of nebulae in the heavens, the shredding, whirling
hearts of black holes, stars at the moment of their violent, expansive demise... these things I have never seen for myself in real time, can dance in
my skull as if I was right beside them, or inside them as is often the case. I do not see the mathematics that I do not fully grasp, which is used to
describe these things, scrolling by when I watch these things play out in my head, nor do I hear documentary commentary of their activity as I think
of them, merely the process itself.
And again, I can share these things with others using language, but they do not exist within my mind as linguistic data, until such time as I require
to distribute these thoughts to others, at which point, the nameless, unrestrained thought, defying description, acquires by necessity its name, is
tamed for the purpose of delivery, is described, and shared in the normal way.