Heaven holds a sense of wonder and I wanted to believe

That I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides

In this white wave I am sinking, in this silence

I have seen you in this white wave you are silent

In this white wave, In this silence, I believe

But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”?

When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable.

And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. AND THAT FEELING MAY BE TRANSIENT, BUT I THINK IT’S WHAT WE LIVE FOR.