the study of misunderstanding

why do we misunderstand one another? with the infinie possibilities of a moment multiplied by the infinite possible interpretations of each of those moments, you are forced to ask, how do we manage to understand each other at all? pile on top of that the decietful and self-loathing human heart, it's a wonder we bother trying to communicate in the first place. the desire to communicate stems from the fact that we are all alone in our own worlds, our minds; completely isolated from the rest of the world. if you stop taking the language for granted, you realize it's nothing more than a brave, desperate, and wholly inadequate attempt to bridge this gap between us. language is dead. feelings and emotions are alive. so if we use these dead words to describe our feelings, thoughts, and emotions. we're not really doing them justice. which is why you'll find the best of friends, the luckiest of people, and the most honest of communications within unspoken things. it comes back to our motivation to keep moving forward through time, that being this lack of truth, and our quests single greatest speedbump; ourselves. if the heart is deceitful above all things, then we are lying to ourselves all the time and are damn good at it. so the question ceases to be "are they wrong?" and becomes "am i?"

if memory is the culprit, then time is his boss.