What does it take to breed an understanding? An understatement, subtle signage hidden among the brush?
Language, so important to us; to identify, categorise, discriminate.
I feel we know already how to experience our own lives. But our senses attempt their own description. Our minds yet another.
Who are we to translate this pure world of sense? How can a word, a phrase, an essay encapsulate the enormity of experience.
There are some thoughts, feelings and emotions that our languages may never be precise enough to fully capture.
But that’s just the thing about us, we aren’t afraid to try.