Interpreted Reality

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Our words are fragile incomplete things. Stuttering, their half-shapes try to convey ideas. They fall short, as short as the silhouette of a chair falls short of being the chair itself. Even if that shadow is crisp hard edges from perfect lighting it can only describe dimensions but it cannot fully describe the chair itself. We believe that our words work in order to to go about our business but the complexity the ideas we're trying to convey mixes both with out assumptions as well as the listeners assumptions which often leads to a cascade failure of understanding. In the infinite of a well-developed mind, dreams and ideas are fully realized. Even the greatest wordsmiths that ever lived had to create new words to convey meaning. Generalities can't convey nuance or context but often times neither can specifics.

The frustration that comes from wanting to be understood and knowing that the best people can do is only try waxes daily. It's worse when people don't even do that but how can they do it and live?


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