I give up on communication, information not my vocation
everyone lives in their own universe; talking about it does
not bring understanding so communication usually fails, it
is only afterwards, reading their words, studying their lives,
analysing their attitudes that we make sense of anything –
And then our insights are coloured by our own perspectives,
the perceptions our own views and opinions. Once again it
is only a relative opinion and it may changes at any time –
influenced by our experience, our reading and thinking
Information carried in our minds is determined by what
we’ve seen and heard recently so it is quite unique; no
wonder teachers insist that pupils reply to questions in
the teacher’s own words – thus excluding each pupil’s
uniqueness of insight as that would lead to confusion –
since everyone would be uniquely right!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem