Why can’t we remember being born or our first words?
During a shrooms trip one sapphire blue sky day in Fall at university, I lost all access to my language faculty. It felt like an invisible hand was erasing my entire lexicon in huge swaths at a time until there were no more words left in my head. One moment I had thoughts. The next moment, after the last word blinked out of existence, I had only feelings.<p>The clouds covered the sun, and a gust of wind passed over me, and I was cold,  and I could only experience the sensation of discomfort. Then the sun emerged, and I was basked with warmth, and I experienced happiness that brought a smile to my face and a feeling of safety.<p>For about two hours I existed in this language-less state. Without words I wasn&#x27;t able to think. There was no internal dialogue. I couldn&#x27;t reason about things, or think about the past or future. There were no words there to attach to the objects around me let alone abstract concepts. Then, as quickly as my language had been erased, it returned again in patches. Once it was all back I was able to reflect on this experience using my words. I have always wondered if this is what it is like to be a baby.