I have a horror of words.

 No, I replied. Because you are trapped by your own daily habits of care and concern in that specific region that makes the world appear to you as nothing more than a small chaos of superficial visibility supposedly “organized” by a tormented ego and impregnated with “supposedly” solid objects.

This precise area of ​​chaotic superficial visibility is entirely determined by the habit, which in Toltec nagualism we call the “compulsion to gather and agglutinate perceptual traces” of the circle of the First Attention. It is determined by our repetitive acts, which we insist on not recognizing. We consider ourselves surfers of the infinite poetic psyche, when in fact we are simple beings and ridiculously tormented by the most primitive and irrational fears.

That is why Bataille wrote something like:

“I have a horror of words.

The world of words is laughable.

Sovereignty is silence.

The universe is silence ---

--- and also (quote tampered with at some points here):

''We can only put questions (their lack of answers) to the account of our own lot of reality. But these propositions and assumptions become idle without a correctly applied mystical technique ---