Musings

I find it interesting to engage in conversation with people who know as little english as I know their language.

When we are forced to interpret we have the opportunity to realize that we will not get it right. Indeed, we are absolutely incapable of the creating perfectly transparent interpretation. And, in that moment we may realize that, in light of imperfect understanding, we must input our own belifs in the place of the missing understanding. And, in that moment we find we are not only talking to some other person, we are also communicating with ourselves.  So if we say that person is smart, beautiful, ignorant, intelligent, or whatever... we are really saying those things about ourselves. The same applies for all we say for all we communicate with our families friends and neighbors. In short, or perhaps in metaphor, communication becomes as much of a reflective mirror as it is a transparent window.