Akira The Don, Terence McKenna - Unfinished Language lyrics

You wonder what to make of it
I've thought about this for years
And years and years and
I don't know why there should
Be an invisible syntactical intelligence
Giving language lessons in hyperspace
That certainly
Consistently seems to be what is happening
I've thought a lot about language
As a result of that first of all
It is the most remarkable thing we do
Chomsky shows the deep structure of language
Is under genetic control
But that's like the assembly language level
Local expressions of languagе are epigenеtic

It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished
It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished

We have now left the grunts and the digs
Of the elbow somewhat in the dust
But the most articulate
Brilliantly pronounced
And projected English or French
Or German or Chinese
Is still a poor carrier of our intent
A very limited bandwidth
For the intense compression of
Data that we are
Trying to put across to each other
Intense compression intense compression
Ntense compression of data of data
It occurs to me, the ratios of the senses
The ratio between the eye and the ear
And so forth
This also is not genetically fixed
There are ear cultures
And there are eye cultures print cultures
And electronic cultures
So, it may be that our
Perfection and our completion
Lies in the perfection and
Completion of the word

It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished
It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished

Again, this curious theme of the word
And it's effort to concretize it'self
A language that you can see
Is far less ambiguous than a
Language that you hear
If I read the paragraph of Proust
Then we could spend the rest
Of the afternoon discussing
What did he mean? But if we look at a piece
Of sculpture by Henry Moore
We can discuss, what did he mean
But at a certain level
There is a kind of shared bedrock
That isn't in the Proust passage
We each stop at a different
Level with the textual passage
With the three-dimensional object we all sort
Of start from the same place
And then work out our interpretations
Is it a nude, is it an animal?
Is it bronze, is it wood?
Is it poignant, is it comical?
So forth and so on

It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished
It seems to me that language
Is some kind of enterprise of human beings
That is not finished

It is the most remarkable thing we do
Thing we do, thing we do
It is the most remarkable thing we do
You wonder what to make of it
It is the most remarkable thing we do
Thing we do, thing we do
It is the most remarkable thing we do
You wonder what to make of it