My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
If only more people would understand that we cannot express all that we feel verbally. Sometimes we belittle feelings by trying to express them. As for the second part of the aphorism sometimes we also know or hear more than we can say, I am not sure, but that's how I understood it.
And it is wise. He that keeps his mouth keeps his life.
We see and feel without filters; words and other forms of expression scratch the surface.
Very true. I spend much of my day trying to come up with words that adequately express different emotions. It's a difficult task. We're so much more complex than words on a page.
As your recent posts in blogcatalog forum, we are given 5 senses by birth. While language is a useful tool to express ourselves, it is best not to be slaved by the words.
I also tend to think a lot more than what I actually say.
I have my own personal reality.I have my interaction with others.My personal reality can never be completely expressed.
Ture though sometimes I think; We sometimes express more then we really feel and say much more then we should.
I find this a particularly beautiful one, an ode to the richness of experience, really, as opposed to the importance of capturing it. I also find it a wonderful antidote to Pound's iconic poem (remember "And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass "? Your aphorism denies that emptiness--it is the antithesis. Rather than the mouse that sneaks by, valueless, we, in your beautiful image of the world, are so full of experience and vitality that we can't express it. The experience obviates the need to capture it. What a lovely image--although where would it have left Pound and his coterie?
Interesting, Marty. We feel more than we can express if we run into limitations either imposed by ourselves or others. We see more than we can say because sometimes the visual experience is so overwhelming that it is difficult to put into words, or we choose to be discreet.
I have to think about that on my walk in the woods.
The problem is selection. What is worth sharing?
This is so true....To a poet, a tree is not just a tree--it's an extension of our beings.