Circularities

I cannot spend my life, using the same words, recombining them to squeeze out meanings limited by the words themselves. No matter how a fish strives to get out of the water, I too can simply never get to the point because words themselves is a medium unsurpassable. Slushes of ink bringing forth shapes, shapes bringing forth letters, letters combined bringing forth words, words combined bringing forth ideas. Ideas combined could never quite bring forth what my mind seeks to untangle.

Maybe understanding the world through words and ideas is the wrong approach to enlightenment.


"what we cannot speak about, we must pass over in silence"
- Wittgenstein