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   ╿ ╭╯  corrumpatur, depravatis hominum sensibus & judicio.
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                                - Jean-Jaques Boissard


Strong opening quote for a book if ever I saw one. And indeed,
I think 'ol Jean-Jaques has a point. Take human communication
for instance. Communication starts with a thought of some sort,
(which could already be flawed from the get-go), we then try
and pour our thought into words, doing this perfectly is hard, 
so it's definitively a lossy process. Then we utter these words,
for some other human to hear or read. This human then mixes those
words with his own thoughts, even more corruption happens here.
A lot of people hear what they want to hear, or what they are
afraid to hear, and misinterpret things... anyway, between all
these layers of corruption, it's quite a miracle any one is able
to communicate at all.

Any one who's ever sat down to meditate for a while, and is somewhat
successful at shutting down the mind, and then taps into whatever is
the subject of various spiritual practices and religions, will know
that when this type of thing gives you a sudden jolt of energy, your
mind starts racing, it feeds off of that energy. HOLY CRAP I FIGURED
OUT LIFE THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING bla bla bla words words words
and as more and more words form, the original pure moment gets more
and more corrupted until nothing's left. But it gets worse. It
doesn't stop there! Instead of keeping the seed of this corrupted
thought to ourselves, we feel the need to tell our fellow humans!
This stuff is inspirational, after all, energizing. And boom, next
thing you know, you've got groups going to war with one another over
religious matters.

Okay, maybe that's a bit extreme, but you get the idea. I'm not as 
good a writer as Jean-Jaques, who was a poet, and by sharing these
words I am indeed making myself guilty of the very same thing I'm 
complaining about, but, I am, alas, also human. And perhaps being
flawed in various ways, is at the core of our very existence, and
art exists within the chaos, the managing of imperfection, the
becoming... or something?