Folks say that you can not, no matter what you do, know what another's experiences are like. Your own experiences are limited to the edges of your fingertips, the drums of your ears, the pupils of your eyes.
And yet, though we can not know another's experience, we can get into them. Our words fall from our flesh and into the bodies of those around us. They tumble in past their drums, into their thoughts. There we can see our words' effects. They mix, and we can see on another's skin, on their faces, the meaning that they take.
We best be careful.
1 comment:
I miss the feeling.
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