words are like nets
|tiny dancer, 84"x60', oil on canvas|
there are all sorts of experiences that we can't really put a name to... the birth of a child, for one. or the death of a parent. falling in love. words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. finding God is like that, too. if it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. but try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far.