Language, in its pale and limited form, struggles to convey the full spectrum of our thoughts, emotions, and the nuanced complexities that define our minds and souls.
And then what?
And then, we remain distant from one another, yearning while shrouded in reluctance to be understood.
Imagine if we, like trees, could communicate through fungal networks—would you then be ever closer to me?
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