I'm starting to think that no genuine conversation is ever possible. Not between two individuals, and of course not between a community or a group of individuals.
Take all the literature on literature, for example. Even the "framed conversations," the plotted, the scripted, the designed conversations are taken tobe so diverse in meaning, how can the real-time, the live conversations really be heard, be understood? What's worse is that people generally don't care about others' thoughts. They're anxious about getting their message accross but not so much others' responses, even when they're asking for an advice. We do have common vocabulary, even--if lucky--a common culture or background of some sort. But when it comes to expression, no two individuals can even grasp the basic intention of each other's words, not to mention any genuine, deep understanding. Most communications probably occur in body language, and words are mostly fantasy.
When two people give the illusion to one another that they are truly communicating, they fall in love, and ironically, that's also the instant communication dies. All dissolves into the body, the gesture, the look. And when it comes to the communication of bodies, words are of no help.
I suppose that men are designed to live alone.
My secret fear is that no one ever really understood what I was saying, ever, and that all illusions of communication are just due to the illusion of love.
Perhaps that's why we need so many things to fill our lives. A world with people and their words, their delusion that there's exchange of thoughts, will be void.
On a more consoling note, well, you are, indeed, unique.
-again, let there be love.
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