The enemy, the alphabet

strings seem too weak to string together coherence of any kind with the alphabet which is playing the villain with much glee. Words that can create with ease many many songs which evoke images so concrete it's impossible to believe that the dream was just a dream even when you have proof and it's worse when there isn't any. The alphabet is the enemy and language is like a knife through the heart of reality randomly cutting tiny pieces only to be fed to the vultures of time.