everything seems like a language to me, that's what i've been thinking about. really, anything and everything, it's a language really!
and it drives me crazy when people interact superficially, and miss what you're really trying to say underneath it all. and how superficial understandings can be taken out of context and indicate apparent hypocrisy, or seem paradoxical, even if underneath it all, at the realm of what you're really trying to say, it ain't necessarily so.
and how awesome it is when someone really listens, and really hears what you're saying, however you're trying to say it. and how awesome it is, when you don't even need words, or whatever the vessel of whatever language you are speaking is, to say what you're trying to say, sometimes an empathetic connection can communicate a whole lot more than words ever could.
and just about how both secure and liberating those true, deep, empathetic connections are! though, of course, that's part of the art of using language, being able to make those true, abounding connections despite the limitations of words. or that's part of the art of working with the limitations of whatever medium you are speaking through. or trying to speak through.
and how vital listening to others is to being heard yourself.
and how ideas, and reality even, are so limited by whatever limitations in language we accept for ourselves, ignorantly or apathetically or both.