Typing sporadically into the white is at times a frustrating experience.
A thought materialises and you need to get it down, so that future reflection and consideration can ensue.
The problem is that the thought is yours and applies to you and your surroundings. You turn the phrase to make it comprehensible to every other being and at times succeed but, in reality, the thought is yours and yours alone.
Just as you can never fully participate in another’s thought, neither can they in yours. The subjective realm is yours alone and you feel the walls closing in.
It is precisely at this time you are ready to share and hope the opened doorway into your mind is gently entered by your fellows, who bother to wipe their feet, of preconceptions, before entering.
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