< I read the pub today, oh boy
Important missives from people we actually owe money to are damned difficult to tell from scammers and unsavory marketers anymore.
Then send it certified mail, we say... but then the post office has been undermined by an outgoing administration and the realities of being staffed by humans equally affected by a pandemic.
So here we are, more ways to communicate than have ever been dreamed of, and you can't get a signal out of the goddamned noise. I don't have any Bloody Marys, but if the bartender isn't around, some Tennessee whisky perhaps?
I get the feeling irrelevancy of communication is proportional to magnitude of conceptual context (aka mind) difference.
Said more simply (maybe..), the hope/dream of word objectivity is no match for disparate subjectivity.
(heh... had kind of a fun typo there: desparate...)
Which perhaps suggests there might be more to new-age-silly-sounding phrases like "becoming one" than meets the I...?