- 章节名：Words are uttered, but fail to englighten.
- 页码：第6页 2018-01-13 17:09:48
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude.
Sensations,feelings,insights,fancies--all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We are pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the Places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, and there is the little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling.
Words are uttered, but fail to englighten.
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