We can spend our whole life describing ourselves without seeing who we truly are. In the process, we may even uncover every answer to every question our mind can formulate. But the only answer that matters doesn’t have a corresponding question. It lives in what we can’t talk about.
…h a myopic lens (with the words we use to talk about ourselves) because the connection is illusory. The only honest way to truly see what we can’t talk about is to watch the space that maintains its silence: to observe what is embodied in the omission and to look at what is happening in the world rather than getting caught up in futile attempts at describing it.