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:: Friday, August 11, 2006 ::

Ineffable

And you know what the futility of words are? That they can approach but never explain so many things in life. Hence philosophy, hence psychology, hence sociology. We struggle to capture the essence of ideas, no, trap them in words and sterile letters, very nearly putting a finite meaning to a spanless world of possibilities.

How frustrated we are when we wave our hands expansively and hazard phrases like "You know", "That thing", "I can't explain it". When we can't find a word for what we want to express. How desperate when you cannot convey what you want to another person, because all we are aware of sometimes is the spoken language. To hear the barest, shallowest meaning - the one right in front of your eyes, but not to see the one behind the eyes of another.

We do not fear that which we can understand perfectly. We do not admire or respect something that we know completely. It is mystery that inspires awe. Therefore, the more we understand, the further our respect for something dwindles. The more we simplify, the easier it is to dismiss something.

This we do all the time - break down things into simple arguments. Encapsulate them in catchy cliches or soundbites. Even right now, what I am trying to say is limited by the medium I must use.

Of course I hope, always, that what I write will make you think. But still, there's a chance that you will glance and not think further, and what I have written here tossed away in your mind like yesterday's news. It's only a blog entry.

"It's only." We reduce and then we dismiss.

Yet, there's no way you could understand if you had never experienced. Things like loyalty, courage, faith, truth, honour. What would you know of this, and how could I explain it if you had never experienced it?

Framed in useless words, sometimes. Ineffable - you can't explain so many things. Perhaps you shouldn't. Like how if I am angry, it is never enough to say "I am angry". I long to hurt someone to feel some kind of equilibrium.

Or if I love you, it is never, never enough for me to say "I love you". Part of me feels that there is so much more to express that cannot be said in words. Then I reach out and hold you, and to me, that is so much more telling than anything I could ever say.

Better than imperfect language, I think.

Labels: Philosophy

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