The brilliant and slithy toves rolled down the pen’s ink, as a person went beyond the language that was and into what it could be.
Let’s make one thing clear before a reader reads further on. This article is going to be about a man who wrote words which are amongst the simulating conundrums of the human mind. A man who went beyond the scope of the illimited words of the English language and into the realm of the abstract and mimsy. Ergo expect not from this here – that which you read – to be of anything more than of this sort.
These words have their origin not in some ancient language which evolved into this. But of an idea which surpassed the understanding of what could be written and communicated through without any boundaries whatsoever. Here is presented the story of Lewis Carol and the words which rolled down his heart and got penned into ink and poetic demeanour.
Alice’s journey: A peek into a mad hatter and his tea party
The rabbit led the girl to see if she was the “real” Alice. Real? What did that mean? But more importantly, what does it mean? Even today we can see mad hatters and their tea parties with rabbits and mice looking for a person who wasn’t before. But something made that person to be that person. Alice wasn’t Alice before she was Alice.
The looking glass: A thought about the other side beyond the sight of eyes
And this is just the tip of the iceberg which Carol showed us. Something which made us ask – what then lies in our reflection? A mirror – it can reflect. Can it though – it isn’t alive – is it? Questions of the heart require words beyond the comprehension of a general mind.
The tale of the Jabberwocky: A literal play on words to establish sense through nonsense
And hence came the Jabberwocky, whose head did Alice slay. As she took the Verbal – oh sorry – Vorpal Sword in her hand. And with a snicker-snack she went – off with its head. Gyre and gimble in the wabe had done – something. Where words trail off into the unknown worlds of imagination, thinking about the simplest of things. Where the vocabulary it seems fails to capture the essence of the sense it needs to make.
And dear readers, that is when the nonsense words bring perfect sense into meanings. Why so and such? The world itself is utterly nonsense – how can one expect the senseful words to describe it thoroughly and thoroughly?
