I’m drinking wine, but I think there is a respect in which seeing symbols is already a loss. You have lost presence.
You know, I will feel comments of various sorts welling up in me at regular intervals every day. It is always a squeezing. The pushing out of ideas is always a squeezing. This is most likely a squeezing.
It seems likely that smarter people than me are reliably silent. And when they speak, they know who is listening, and why they are talking.