“Speaking” is the symbol suggesting symbols in the listeners mind adjacent to what is meant, doing is the ritualistic prayer practiced by the cult of what is meant.
Love, awe, grief, God, each of these is a doorway, and every attempt to define the doorway turns us away from what lies beyond it. Explanation is a lantern, but the infinite does not live in lit rooms. It lives in the dark, where meaning is felt rather than captured. When we speak of these things, something delicate is always lost. The fullness shrinks. The immediacy dissolves. The experience becomes an echo of itself.
“Speaking” is the symbol suggesting symbols in the listeners mind adjacent to what is meant, doing is the ritualistic prayer practiced by the cult of what is meant.
Love, awe, grief, God, each of these is a doorway, and every attempt to define the doorway turns us away from what lies beyond it. Explanation is a lantern, but the infinite does not live in lit rooms. It lives in the dark, where meaning is felt rather than captured. When we speak of these things, something delicate is always lost. The fullness shrinks. The immediacy dissolves. The experience becomes an echo of itself.
Sometimes, silence is the best music.