do words have meaning on their own, or does meaning come from within the receiver of the words? despite the vast opportunity for misunderstanding humans communicate with each other and express profound, beautiful, terrible, and awe inspiring ideas.

some images evoked by the written word distress me. the extremes of the ends of arguments, the terrible duality of linear thought. yes or no, mind or body, beginning or end, the politician saying “you are with me or you are not”. it hurts my head as I struggle in my own life to negate either or propositions. i seek clarity, for i see the way out from my own cognitive isolation in trying to understand the "other". i ask questions, avoid assumptions.

relationships are like tapestries, they are woven over time with meaning and connections strengthening as the fabric grows, questions and answers accumulate and stabilize until the ideas of all can be supported and celebrated.