Human interaction is an intricate dance, a behemoth of a machine
with thousands of millions of moving parts all in service of the whole.
It is the transmission of data from one mind to another,
from idea to image,
from image to impulse,
from impulse to sound,
from sound to impulse,
from impulse to image,
from image to idea,
a transmission with inevitable loss,
wherein lies the corrosion of meaning
that so often leads to confusion
and conflict.
But such is the price of connection.
This is a price that I would prefer to avoid paying. And in doing so, I therefore deprive myself of the most human necessity.