Definition, as a natural byproduct of linguistics, is a vessel of latent, potential energy. It can drastically influence how one experiences everything in life.
I can't find exactly which talk he expressed this in, but Terence McKenna definitely talked about this at least once, by giving an example of a baby lying in its crib in a room with an open window. All of a sudden, through that open window a creature of indescribable beauty flutters in, gliding through the air, its iridescent wings reflecting light in millions of nuanced colours. It's like a piece of magic floating through the air, majestic, an ode to nature's ingenuity and shameless splendour.
Then the mother comes in and says "Oh, this? This is just a butterfly."
And by saying so, the magic of this mystical, unknown, indescribably beautiful being is collapsed under the simple label of "butterfly". From that moment on, a certain portion of the magic inherent to experiencing phenomena that lack a label/description is irrevocably lost, and with it, a portion of the magic in life itself is lost.
With that in mind, I have concluded for myself that the moments in which I experience the largest amount of sheer awe and divine bliss are the moments in which I am interacting with something truly unknown, something to which I can attach no known label or description, something completely...original?
Fortunately, the world of psychedelic experience is chock full of such encounters, so I count my participation in that as one of my biggest blessings.
Thank you for sharing this. I'll keep a close eye on this thread, I like the way you think.
Cheers.