Somewhere, beyond the sea..
We're too human. Everything we cast judgement upon stands relative to the human experience and the labels we place on everything. Language is one of our biggest intellectual advantages but it also inhibits creative. Culture destroys potentiality. When a baby encounters something new and whimsical and wonderful the child is amazed by it. This new presence could be anything and mean anything. It's not until its mother labels it as a butterfly does that potential collapse. By the time we're six years old the entire world is paved over with words. It's affect is order in an otherwise chaotic environment; break free of that process and one is able to tap into a vast reservoir of creative potential. Being an infant is really a beautiful thing. I wish I could remember more of it myself.
