i don't talk any less, just a lot less often. the essence of things, not just tangible things, even the spirits of landscapes, these interest and inspire me far more then words about them.
its all good. its just the world i live in is places and things that are not about having them. my thoughts are seldom in words, they are of places and relationships between things and how to make and design them and things that exist without my thoughts about them, and thus putting them into words is a matter of translating them. i would not wish to deprive anyone of the joys of their own conversations. i don't know how to explain this better. please continue. it is only people physically talking that is distracting. in this place there is only, this text is mostly all we have. so of course. the sweetness of wilderness alone, is that there is none telling each other how to distort what we see with our own eyes, to distract from what our senses themselves are telling us, which has always to me, proven by function to be more accurately congruent to how what is there works, then anything people tell each other in words. i believe there are lots of things we don't see too. they just don't owe anything to what people tell each other arbitrarily how to imagine them. i know conversations connect us, and that connection of feelings is usually a good thing. i don't mean to take away from that. but too easily people get caught up in the illusion this is all there is, or that it is somehow more important to our physical lives then all the diversity of wonders that are physically there.