Obviously, I can't explain this to you. I just have to trust you know what I'm talking about.
I sometimes wonder if all art, all literature is simply an attempt to express what is ultimately inexpressable. Words just can't do some things justice. But this raises the question: why do we try at all? Also, why do we listen to other people try?
Maybe reality itself is trying to express something (a deeper reality?) that is unexpressable.
