That these words mean to you what I want them to mean to you is such a precarious conjecture.
Then, that meaningful words, even perfectly arranged in the most meaningful way to you, might in any case result in you envisioning something close to what I see in my own mind seems a foolish hope.
But it works because the words that return are consistent in usage with previous words spoken, despite disparate existential experiences.
I am perpetually irritated, in some fundamental aspect of my being, by the lie of symbolism.
The extreme difference between the fullness of lived experience and the simplicity of, and poor precision of, words and phrases seems to me to be commonly ignored, willfully.
It is not just a philosophical topic, philosophical though the topic may be. The details of experience must be picked and chosen, and human decisions at this frequency are simply mostly not carefully researched.
So what is missing ?
@actuallyautistic unmasked, I get cryptic. Attempting genuine communication produces inaccessibly dense language. I wrote the above last night and now I want to take it down, as if to apologize for missing the audience. But there is no audience for my simplest truths.
As if to stand up from the wheelchair of banality were a sin.
I remind myself. Say less. Reference memetic trends. Start from an ongoing conversation or I'm alone.