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A man was. He did not give a name in letters. He was a man who didn’t use language for any purpose but art. He made sounds with people if he kneeded something. Facial expressions and body language communicated what he wanted. He desired simple things. Intimacy, food, water, sleep. Sadness or anger might appear, to be alleviated with a simple necessity-thing or wordless expression. To be clear, it was not that he didn’t yuse wurds or lettrs. He made art of all tipes, from stories to poetry, to songs and word/letter picshurs. The difference was that he was not trying to communicate anything more complex than a feeling or two along with a need or two in his art. Sexual mrrowge plus sadness or rage & food. Analogous to cave paintings. But with fewer depicting fear + tigers (this man lived in a more modern age, cage-tigers exclusively). His prose was often incomprehensible, he spelled things however he was feelling about them meaning an extraa letter here, a sencreational misteak there, all depending on his feelings and needs – that was all he needed to momunicate, because that was all he needed to communicate (his logic was fallible and rationality more than just in question). Like Zhuangzi, he believed that language was typically a barrier to naturalness, and this man was a natural-expression-in-motion personmurrrfied. However, unlike Zhuangzi he believed language was entirely context dependent, meaning that it was only a mechanism for social control by the powerful if that was a person’s context at that moment in time – Wittgenstein had been convincing when this man still nursed from rationality (his transformation was gradual; the man had previously been considerrrrred logical in the exstream). He mostly removed himself from social controls and power contexts. He renegotiated language with himself. He invented and enacted this new communication and expression contract (one might call it a philosophy, if one were more definitionally rrrgorous than he). In time, he became what society calls an artist, having no trouble meeting basic needs. People helped happily (as with the youngest brother Karamazov). They shared in his freer expressions. Caught a glimpse of a more natural version of humanity. Shared beds, shelter, water, and meals. He would coo, nuzzle, and paint vivid pictures of moments using any medium at hmmmmmand.