Subtitle: Or, at the least, I think I believe
Sub-subtitle: Or, at the most, I believe I know
Each of us, always as a person with decidedly individual histories and memories, thoughts and feelings, perceptions and perspectives, observations and opinions, possesses her/his own language by and through which we both conceive and communicate ideas.
Therefore, no two people, no matter how similar in nature and nurture and no matter how long-lived their relationship, when employing the same words, ever (can) mean precisely the same thing.
And though manifold are the ways that we humans communicate, at some point, we must use words. Therefore, given our native and never-ending individuality, there always are differences among that communication-constellation of what we say (the words we employ), what we mean (the sense and significance, fully known only to ourselves, that we attach to our words), and what is understood (the comprehension of the one[s] to whom we speak).
At the risk of universalizing my experience, oft I wish that all of us remembered this; especially when misunderstandings and disagreements necessarily arise between and among us. For, in remembering, perhaps we might be given to the practice of the greater patience of quieting our own voices to allow for our deeper listening.
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