Interverted

Imagine a world…

where speech doesn't exist. Not because it's impossible or forbidden, but because it's useless. Imagine a world where writing is equally useless. Imagine a world where interactions are simple and unambiguous. Not simple in the sense of reduced meaning. Simple, while being nuanced, exactly as intended. Simple, because they're easy to maintain. Imagine a world without sentences, without words.

Imagine a world where there's no need for images, but where all the most beautiful wonders of the world are accessible. A world where paintings are created without canvas, where sculptures don't need materials, where works of art are identical to their author's intention, instantly, effortlessly.

A world of ideas. A world without borders. A world where shared ideas are seen exactly as they were in the imagination of whoever formulated that idea. No interpretation. No useless and costly conversion. As if you had the idea yourself.

Imagine hearing the orchestras of musical geniuses before they can even be played. Imagine understanding the meaning of the world before the concepts are even written.

Imagine a world where the sense of sight isn't necessary. Where no sense is necessary. Here, senses are used to interact with the world. Here, in our brain, senses are reused in our dreams because it's the only world we know. It's our window to the world. It's easier, it's the kind of stimuli we're used to having. It's what we use to live. To survive.

But everything that matters: intuition, thoughts, ideas. Everything happens without senses, without images, without sound, instantly...

So imagine an Ideal World - with a capital "I" - both in the utopian sense and in the sense of ideas.

This world already exists...