BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

We learn to use these words to try to clothe and parade our thoughts, to express that which is basically inexpressible. Some attempt must be made. Yet no matter how hard we try, we can only touch aspects of the essence, not embrace it completely. Finally, our words are like blind men touching parts of an elephant and coming up with definitions of what it is. Truncated views of existence, if you will. Or, again, views constantly expanded by the numbers of those observing. Rashomon, indeed!