adrienmundi

From 112 days previous:

"An actual conversation with someone largely unknown, with little deflection or posturing on my part: like a junkie with a new drug, it made me long for more, so much so that ettiquete made me disengage for fear of being odious and presumptive. Still, if one such interaction can take place, it opens the possibility of others. The hope that the world need not be completely alienating is both dizzying and terrifying."

Now:

The aforementioned possibilities have indeed been realized, and expanded upon. "Nothing is added that is not already there." If this is true, then I am more fortunate than most (the tiny voice says, "than you deserve to be", but it is indeed tiny). I feel almost an embarrassment in putting into words how I feel, for fear of acutely embarrassing MFG, but I will persevere; justifiable praise should always be allowed, unless directed my way. Language is my metaphor, my burden, and my only means of communicating with others. Despite/because of this, I experience a great deal of difficulty conveying meaning as it occurs internally; there is always the attempt to talk around subjects/topics/ideas, because I cannot bring words directly to bear, hopefully marking the limits and general shape by nearby objects. Too, there is the question of perspective, background, and who knows what else. There are several to whom I can speak as through sometimes the dialect of Irish brogue to the dialect of snooty Bostonian; the base is the same, but the implementation has run afield. In my limited experience, this is not the case with MFG; at any point of memory, brain->mouth->ears->understanding seems a direct route. Assuming this is read, she should be aware of my intense gratitude, and relief at not slipping further into the realm of the ineffable. Mes sinceres mercis.