Much if not all of the things we experience are ineffable. I seem to exhaust the word when I am trying to express human expression itself. When you find you have deduced your thoughts into a group of small ironies, you know you might be hot on the trail of a synthesis. Beauty and truth are found within the tensions between contrasting concepts. Nature does not like to allow realizations to occur without work taking place. The realization that to be able to live and stay conscious everyday we need to make ourselves fit to survive within a particular environment. Being 'fit' is the work we must accomplish to survive. Continually testing hypotheses through trial and error are paramount to the survival of our thoughts and more importantly to the preservation of what we believe to be True. If we stopped thinking and ceased to challenge our thoughts in this way, we would grow stagnant.
Truth is ineffable. Truth may very well be one of the fundamental seeds that carries with it the potential to grow into the ideal of total understanding. If there is anything the human mind works the hardest towards putting most of its cognitive power into, it must be truth.
The more I discover myself, then more I think I may be mentally unstable or not compatible with the status quo or mental landscape of the majority of people around me. I believe that language cannot touch the soul. The most breathtaking and perfect combination of words cannot express an ounce of the soul that we have within us. The highest caliber of poetry cannot measure up to the wonderful and mysterious beauty we carry within. Then the sane will remind you that you are living in a reality where you have to play with the cards you are dealt and that wishful thinking will get you nowhere. All we have are words so we have to use them to the best of our ability. I say down with that type of thinking. That is settling for what we have and not what we could be.
Read a poem or listen to a piece of music that gives you goosebumps -- perceive something that just resonates within you. That is a holy moment. There is something else beneath all of those words/symbols/sounds that evoke that holy moment. There is an equation beneath it all -- a divinely specific order to what we say or do that makes us feel. When you make someone cry, what you do to evoke that may be cheap but it isn't easy.
Emotion is something that we know little about. All we know is how to feel it. The way that we shape and craft these emotions we call art. We may know much about engineering, physics, economy, finance etc. but the brain behind the gun that executes all of those things -- it doesn't have a name or a face. Whatever is between now and what could be is what I think we need to better understand.
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