Language is Art

You can also say art is language. Be it writing poetry or novels.
What if we didn’t have art? What if there were no more words? Could we speak? Could we text?
Is what I am writing now, been written before? Perhaps I’ve taken other people’s words or writings and regurgitated them through my subconscious.
Where is originality in today’s world when there has been so many others before us? How can we create something new that hasn’t been said before?
My thinking translates the answers ten-fold. We’re all individuals, we’re all unique and whatever juxtaposed notions maybe we’ve heard before chances are, they’ve been ejected from our uniqueness in our form which means our spoken or written word is our own language in art.