Is it possible to disentangle personal philosophy from communication? Is true objectivity rendered untouchable by personal bias – not prejudice, but the unconscious aspects of ourselves? Can something be judged by someone without the judge being anyone? Is that even desirable? Would an individual without individuality be capable of understanding someone with it? Can we talk to ants, bees, or any other hive minds sans chemical trickery? No. 

All of our true communication is based off of room for interpretation. Words aren’t perfect doses of concepts yet achieve the same purpose of a chemtrail, of leading another somewhere. They come from language, which is more like a river. Scooping water at one point, then another, even if the amount taken out is equal, the words the same, doesn’t fill the cup with the same water; the mineral make-up, body language, dialect, tone, volume, context, is always different. From person to person in culture to culture a standardized dose of anything communicative simply does not exist. There are patterns that arise within systems, but on a case to case basis, operating solely off of those generalities would make understanding more difficult than necessary, if not impossible. It’d be akin to using a travel guide to communicate with someone you already can talk to. Flipping through pages, searching for the perfect, calculated response or understanding when literally any of the words you already know or assumptions you have about meaning will achieve the same purpose of furthering the conversation. 

Rather than any exactitude, interpretation is what is fundamental to communication; and we, as people, as well by consequence the biases that we consist of, are fundamental to interpretation.

So understanding the nuance is important. We have to give others, and ourselves, space to exist in similarity and difference. Like a puzzle. Because while there exists individuality, while none of us are the same in shape, none of us share the exact same bias and beliefs, we’re all pieces from the same box. Ultimately, made to fit into one another, to contribute to a bigger picture. No space for objectivity; it’s not what we’re made of.