We are born…
And our brain is shapeless. Words and concepts have not yet colonized it.
There is a “self” (should we even use that word?) that exists that is pure perception.
In that state, nothing is stored for recycling.
It is neither “life,” nor “art,” nor “experience.”
Then come those who say: “tell us all about it! Make sense, let us know, make us understand!“
[the shout that started the process of recovery, my “reincarnation” (coming back into my body/life) ]
However hard this hospitalization is/was, it is a trip… an initiation into something that cannot be communicated.
Just like anything worthwhile.
Just like becoming a shaman.