For today’s daily writing prompt, we were reminded that Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. And we were asked what our seven words would be:
I have definitely suffered from episodes of miscommunication. We must be reminded that talking or writing are not the same thing as communication. Communication requires that one person’s message not only be heard by another–but that it be absorbed and/or understood. Otherwise, when a string of words is only emitted and received [but not understood], we are little better than living on a Tower of Babel, where everyone is speaking their own language–a language that no one else can interpret. In today’s platform of texting, facebook poking, email, etc., the problem of miscommunication is pandemic.
A few days ago, I wrote a post, discussing that a person’s inability to empathize may be an indication of narcissistic and/or sociopathic tendencies:
We are not expected to agree with things that everyone says, but I do believe that we should try to hear another person–from that person’s viewpoint. We may still disagree, but our relating can continue–simply because we fully understand from where another person’s ideas evolve.
In opting to make this point, I am opening a Pandora’s Box. Words — the things that we say — are inadequate tools that we throw toward a representation of what we are feeling. If we seek to truly understand another person’s words, we need to dive deeper than the word itself–down to the marrow or the essence of what has been said. In Taoism, that essence is called the Nameless. The Nameless essence, which should inspire the artist and/or writer, is a much deeper quality than that of a superficial rendering. The Nameless essence springs from the wells of one’s being.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.” – The Fox from The Little Prince
“To what can I compare this generation? They are like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling out to others: ’We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.’” [Bible –Matthew 11: 16-17]
The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named is not the eternal name
The nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth
The named is the mother of myriad things
Thus, constantly free of desire
One observes its wonders
Constantly filled with desire
One observes its manifestations
These two emerge together but differ in name
The unity is said to be the mystery
Mystery of mysteries, the door to all wonders
The poet’s words come nearer to the purity of the Nameless, but Emerson assures us that we cannot even fully grasp the meaning of the poet.
You might as well think to go in pursuit of the rainbow, and embrace it on the next hill, as to embrace the whole of poetry even in thought.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“No definition of poetry is adequate unless it be poetry itself. The most accurate analysis by the rarest wisdom is yet insufficient, and the poet will instantly prove it false by setting aside its requisitions. It is indeed all that we do not know. The poet does not need to see how meadows are something else than earth, grass, and water, but how they are thus much. He does not need discover that potato blows are as beautiful as violets, as the farmer thinks, but only how good potato blows are. The poem is drawn out from under the feet of the poet, his whole weight has rested on this ground. It has a logic more severe than the logician’s. You might as well think to go in pursuit of the rainow, and embrace it on the next hill, as to embrace the whole of poetry even in thought.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Feelilng stems from our efforts to grasp the essence of what another person is saying, communicating, or merely experiencing.
IV. Savouring – In other words, take time to SMELL, TASTE, CARE about, and then DEVOUR the beutiful and/or poignant experiences of life.
V. Celebrate – Don’t just blunder your way along, with blinders on. Have a party with life!
VII. Love – I am not just speaking about a love for another person, I am talking about a love of life!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Seven Wonders.”