I think life is us trying to do that? (Especially the arts.)
But I think part of it is that we can’t ever quite get there. We’re always trying, always reaching for total communication and expression, total understanding, and we do a really good job at it, but I think part of us will always be left in our minds.
Think of books: we get to see the words given to us, and then we create mental pictures of what we think is described… we’re never going to know exactly what the author imagined, and we know that. But it’s still beautiful and communicative, so thought provoking, and the best we can do with words.
Or dancers on a stage: you get to see the movement, the emotion. And while here the feelings and images are what we see, this time the story’s more obscure. It’s still so provocative, and still the best we can do with movement.
…the same goes for every other form of communication, I think. And I could talk about them all but that would be very time consuming and would get very dull very fast. Basically, all have limits to go along with the strengths. All give slightly different ways to try to manifest what goes on in our minds, but none does so completely.
I’m not saying we can’t communicate effectively. Obviously we can, or we wouldn’t be having this discussion. I just think that, in our own minds, there are infinite layers of intricacy, and we can’t possibly hope to communicate all of that to everyone else. (I don’t think we’re even aware of all our layers.) And every complete thought and feeling is hopelessly complex. So we give everyone general ideas, some details where appropriate or we’re able to, and then they fill in everything else with their own subtle layers to create the whole story, even though it’s now slightly altered to live inside their own mind.
Just think of any dreams you’ve had recently… they’re purely you mind at work while you sleep. Can you ever fully explain to someone what happened? You can describe what things looked like, give them a basic story line if there is one, but it’s never the same.
We can always connect to each other, give each other bits and parts of ourselves, a few layers unwound from the rest. But never everything. We can’t manifest everything into reality: we can’t pop our heads off and give them to each other and say: “look at me now! see? see now?” But maybe it’s better that way. I don’t understand all of me, so I don’t want all of everyone else I know, to have to try to understand as well. What is shared with me is enough. Often more than enough, even though I want it all.