I keep coming up against the limits of language. The deeper I go into this existence the more and more our ordinary use of language seems to feel absurd to me.
I have had discussions with friends about this, have read and heard of authors who have written about this, so it's good to know that I'm not alone. But at the same time it feels like I'm alone, because whatever I am trying to communicate is that which is deepest in me, and trying to communicate what is deepest in me feels like the water within my depths not mixing with the oil of cultural/linguistical impositions.
Eh.... that is all. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well.:surprised
I have had discussions with friends about this, have read and heard of authors who have written about this, so it's good to know that I'm not alone. But at the same time it feels like I'm alone, because whatever I am trying to communicate is that which is deepest in me, and trying to communicate what is deepest in me feels like the water within my depths not mixing with the oil of cultural/linguistical impositions.
Eh.... that is all. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well.:surprised