From one of my favorite series of books:
Some memories you don’t want to put words on . . . because that would change them.
Suppose, for instance, you gave a savage a helicopter ride. The experience would be rich and vivid for him. If on his return to his village, he told friends he had been in a little cave of ice that flew like a bird, at first his memories would still be true, and different from what he said–but the more times he told or rethought the sotry, the more “helicopter” would become “flying ice cave” . . . which, after all, is a lesser thing.
By naming the inexpressible; you lose it.
–Edison Ripsborn
’nuff said. for now.
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