What I have learned —
some of it — there is no way
to teach it. I cannot put you
inside my head, have you
look through my eyes,
make you feel my pain.
Even if I could, it would be
some cruel machination
if I were to make it so for you.
The best I can do is to
make of it something intelligible,
and some of it makes
no sense at all, though yet
I did learn something from it.
Beware when I speak
of meaning, for that is a
plastic thing, that bends to
each eye's interpretation.
You shall receive my knowledge
through the three filters
of my experiencing, my
conveying, and your comprehension:
it is always thus, three cloudy
lenses by which we may
view another's innards. But
I say to you, some things do
get through. Some things you
feel as I felt, see what I saw,
know what I knew. It is
a wonder: this ultimate barrier,
that you are someone else,
does not stop us from
experiencing another's soul.
