A question has been bothering me for some time now. It is the sort that gnaws at you in the quiet moments. The kind of nebulous idea that keeps you up in the dark, staring at the ceiling trying to find an answer.
I say nebulous, because it really is a fuzzy thing. If I state it as a simple question, the number of caveats will fill the trunk of an old Buick. At best I can describe the boundaries of the idea. The edges of what is bothering me.
This all started while I was thinking about how to convey cultural experiences. How does one person explain what it means to be them to another person? Is that even possible? Or, rather, if it is possible, does it have a cap as to how much of that experience can truly be conveyed?
