The incomprehensible, at times becomes the true way. When spoken language seizes to be the language of choice, indirect forms of communication becomes the medium at "hand." This experience in life gets reflected in many ways. Emotions and the subconscious emerges in motion of matter, as if to realize an "unspoken" language reflecting the true, beyond the comprehension of the subjects themselves. But if the study of motion becomes too dominant, and the mind forgets the other languages, the soul becomes nothing more than a bird, stuck in a crowd, fearful of itself, moving aimlessly in the darkness of the city of light. However, when light dominates the mind, like a stimulus that awakens the soul, all languages become a story, dare I say a creative narrative that points to the same "truth."
Regardless of the veracity of what is true in one's own soul, we must admit that we cannot control the divine other, and must accept the inter-connectivity of the linguistic medium. In the end, the process of beholding the true, like a man proving his choosiness to the divine - that his actions reflect his words. If so, he "will" always remain true to upholding the illusive imperative to bring the soul to see the way of harmony, that is pure and beautiful. Only then can the way of the mysterious be revealed? Yes... to the new realism - a harmony between idealism and the old realism. "Where are you?"
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