a park of thoughts

the fruit of this week's brain activity:

language is a very good thing. like i said in my last post, we use it to exchange information and ideas that bring us closer as human beings. essentially, words are no more than spoken versions of thoughts. ideas and thoughts in our brains (before we let them out) seem to me like spiritual things, because in some sense they aren't physical, even though you can map them out on a colorful graph with technology how it is. but when we take a thought and try to cram it into the little box called language just so we can share it with someone else, there are endless chances for it to be warped in the translation. anytime you take something complex -- like a beautiful painting with depth and every conceivable shade of color -- and try to reduce it into something more formulaic or express-ible -- like turning that picture into 8-bit color -- most of its significance and beauty will be lost. that is why music is so universally moving, because it lends a taste of the eternal. it somehow supercedes the dimensions we're cramped in, and gives a tiny glimpse of what we were made to be.

sometimes the richness of some of life's experiences are cheapened or dulled by trying to find words to wrap around them. language is a clumsy barrier to communication when you're trying to convey something that is so far beyond our fabricated dialect that it does your thoughts a crude disservice to try and describe them.

that's why learning to communicate is so hard. humans are complex, colorful paintings, somehow residing, if partly and temporarily, in a rigid 8-bit world. like an entire symphony being played on a simple child's recorder.

this is why sometimes i think dying will be like breathing a sigh of relief, like shucking off a really uncomfortable outfit...we won't be confined by the physical anymore. i hope that doesn't sound too morbid. but think about it.

i've had these and so many others of these interconnected thoughts swarming around in my mind lately, and it really helps to type them out. (there was a LOT more that i'm not posting right now.) i know the last few weeks of posts have been a little weird. i am usually long winded because my brain is like this great big park where all the sidewalks connect and meet each other and you can get to anywhere by way of any of the sidewalks.