We can conceive of what we cannot express. This statement underlines the inductive and deductive powers of our intellects as they play against the knowledge that we are physically/mentally able to articulate. When we meditate or enter into contemplative depths like centering prayer we often have moments that are indescribable in language – spoken or written.
In the moments of writing these letters to You I take words and use them to feebly describe what I am able. Only You know, without any attempt on my part to use words, what these moments mean – moments that transcend words. These “times” exist in the reality of my life, yet no words can frame them. Maybe there’s a whole lot about our spiritual side that is totally apart from words or the mental formulations we devise to capture the essence of what is sensed. Maybe the fact that we are capable of recognizing this points to a near-dormant faculty of the intellect that doesn’t deal in words.
The fact that we can conceive an intuition of what we cannot express points directly at an aspect of ourselves of which we are dimly aware but unable to grasp. It points to the reality of something more to us than sentient feelings, thoughts and words. It points to a hidden nature deep within that seeks to emerge through all that is human. I’m inclined to think that it is heaven within us; the vestiges of the nature we were meant to embrace. It’s still there beneath the debris of ages. It will always be there. It waits patiently to be uncovered. It is a breath. It is a whisper. But it is not a word. Words do not capture it. They kill it!