Words, thoughts, and the reality that can be glimpsed but not grasped.
Will words ever truly represent reality? Who will truly understand what you say or want to say? Sometimes, you may not even find someone to listen to you, just like the cabman Iona in Anton Chekhov´s short story "Grief." The cabman's son recently died. The cabman desperately and unsuccessfully tries to talk with the people he meets and tell them of how shattered he is. No one bothers to listen to him, and he ends up talking to his horse, which does not interrupt him and chews his grass and breathes on him. Even if you get lucky enough to express it. Will the word represent your true thoughts? Suppose you feel uneasy with someone in a relationship and are trying to observe and understand the relationship. A friend comes and tells you, "How can you even survive in this relationship? It's a toxic relationship." The introduction of the word "toxic" makes you align your evidence to match it and forget the evidence that does not align. So, is the word...