On thinking

It's sobering how little of any person's internal experience – thoughts, feelings, insights, etc – can be conveyed or recorded. Words are wholly inadequate to the task, very crude and simplistic tools indeed. Pictures are better (one of the main reasons I make them), but not by much really.

Once your thoughts have been reduced, simplified, and bent out of all shape to fit into the box you're using to convey them, they're pretty unrecognisable. It's not so much that you can only convey a fraction of what goes on in your head but that that fraction is a hideous travesty of it.

All the people who ever lived, all their epiphanies, gone forever without much of a trace, if at all.