Creation seems to come out of imperfection, it seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from I mean it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another…
And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, “water.” We came up with a sound for that. Or, “Saber-toothed tiger right behind you.” We came up with a sound for that. But When it gets really interesting I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we’re experiencing.
What is frustration, or what is anger, or love?
When I say love, the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain you know, through their memories of love, or lack of love and they register what I’m saying and they say yes they understand but how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel that we have connected and we think that we are understood. I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion and that feeling might be transient but I think it’s what we live for.
(出典: maxcoremoony)
You know that feeling when you contemplate how empty your life would have been if you hadn’t met by random circumstances a certain person that means the world to you? Sometimes I have the feeling that my life right now is a consequence of having missed those random circumstances that would have made me meet this person or these people. It’s full of that kind of emptiness. - silentfirecracker
(出典: asilentfirecracker)
They were the boundaries that set the end of the human mind’s possibilities. And so I stared at the window, and only at the window. Because what was on the other side was darker than the darkest, clearer than the clearest — it was just a huge nothing, absolutely out of reach from my vision, secret acknowledgement or grasp. I stared at the window and it reflected back to me the somewhat comic helplessness of my actions toward my condition.
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To take a look at the mundane, collective world, which embraces humanity as a whole and find something worth struggling for among this baseline, the social baseline, which is far from hollow if you’ve got the ability to take a panoramic and wholehearted perspective?
I know there’s nothing left for me beside this closed window I’m staring at, and there will never be. I got here because I was searching for meaning, but I ended up outside the extent in which meaning can be fertilized and life can be lived.
(出典: maxcoremoony)
