The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
- Ludwig Wittgenstein
As I've grown more aware of the world's ambiguities, I've become perplexed by how inadequate words are to describe them. Often, I find myself reflecting without words. Perhaps some philosophers would consider this an interaction with the sublime. I don't know whether that assessment is true. All I know is that I don't understand it, nor do I have the capacity to do so. So difficult to describe. An all-encompassing ambiguity? An incomprehensible void? No. Pithy metaphors don't capture it. Amazing and terrifying. Liberating and condemning. A dance and a drag. A haze and clear water. Everything and nothing. And what am I in the midst of all this? I am an atom. An atom to all atoms. Yet I am everything. The world would be nothing without me. I would have no "self" to experience it. Nothing to realize its nothingness. Oh! So limited are my words! So little is conveyed!
