The congruence of language is profoundly alien to the majority of people because it is a 'glass rabbit' idea.
(A glass rabbit idea being defined as an atypical association of disparate thoughts, items, or topics that when combined become a surprisingly effective or comprehensive idea or theme. Because reasonably speaking who is going to combined Triangle Congruence Theorems with the effectiveness of noun, verb pairings?)
Any time, every time I write or talk, this is what happens. Ideas too fast and too deep that those listening aren't even aware of the flood that just rolled over them. That damned bell curve, so far ahead it has become a circling round. Ahead and closing on the opening edge only to meet and pass the majority at the crest of the rise, a chasm as deep as the doubled height of the crest.
It isn't arrogance or Dunning-Kruger looming large, it is why silence is safer. Unicorn at the river of Occam's Razor. Complex concepts, grasped with stunning ease, words pulled from the ether and woven into improbable, impossible ideas that are as vivid as reality itself. But reality itself is still perfectly clear. Logic and imagination at work in equal parts. This is the dichotomy of my unicorn and Occam's Razor, there is no middle ground and in order to keep pace one needs a unicorn of their own because even the zebras get lost along the way.
e.g.
More was needed…and pray at least…
one or more of the Tigers would heed
the fading of the brightness of night
and seek out the wily Macaque Tribe
while Donkeys reveled in pyrite crowns
They needed one who could not speak,
the one who could not hear, only feel,
who spoke the language of dreams,
deaf and dumb and illiterate and so…
impossibly brilliant and fearsome
a girl of glass, the white selkie child,
Serendipity Cassandra, the Bright…
known to one and all as Toxic White
It is almost as if I speak in tongues of kenning.
kenning,
concise compound or figurative phrase replacing a common noun, especially in Old Germanic, Old Norse, and Old English poetry. A kenning is commonly a simple stock compound such as “whale-path” or “swan road” for “sea,” “God's beacon” for “sun,” or “ring-giver” for “king.”
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www.britannica.com)
I cross reference spellings, sources, definitions, historical usages, literary references, etc...just to make sure I'm as clear as I can be on things if others decide to run searches of their own. Allegories are the context I use to translate the world around me. It is a living matrix that doesn't make any sense, so dense amd interconnected it sometimes feels like it is all I am. And no one understands it.
Dial it back, dial it down. All day, every day. No one sees, no one hears simply because they do not understand things like tessellations and Occam's Razor being the most concise way to describe an idea. The concepts especially in conjunction are too complex, but still I continue along the infinitely twining duality of the helix...
While the screaming reality is that 54% of Americans read at a 6th grade comprehension level. This is the society I deal with daily. And it is not just my autism that is the cause of this sense of isolation or irritation when one does encounter people, it is my comprehension level itself. I don't know how to lower my bar, or dampen my consciousness to the point I do not ever consciously recall being at.
This is on a site specifically geared toward writers, people who are supposedly proficient with the use of language are commenting that a word is inconvenient or uncomfortable.
It should also be noted that there are many on this forum who are awesome to interact with and it is an enriching experience. You folks and this forum are truly appreciated. No one here tells me to dial it back.
