I just finished reading the two first books of the Kingkiller chronicle by Patrick Rothfuss. Such amazing writing that made me laugh, think and cry.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a river stone, smooth and dark. “Describe the precise shape of this. Tell me of the weight and pressure that forged it from sand and sediment. Tell me how the light reflects from it. Tell me how the world pulls at the mass of it, how the wind cups it as it moves through the air. Tell me how the traces of its iron will feel the calling of a loden-stone. All of these things and a hundred thousand more make up the name of this stone."He held it out to us at arm’s length. "This single, simple stone.”
– The Wise Man’s Fear, Patrick Rothfuss
It is so hard to communicate, to describe what we see feel almost impossible. How can we hope to describe what we think, feel and experience? We can only share a small part of our selves, the tip of the iceberg.