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"Not everyone cloaks themselves to be obscure—some are just struggling to say something raw, something that resists easy expression. And clarity isn't the enemy; it's the thing that makes the work possible.

As for the truism—yeah, maybe. It’s the kind of thing that sounds profound but only stings if it hits the right nerve. Maybe the sharper question isn’t about inertia, but about what clarity costs. Because there’s a reason some things stay unspoken.

Sometimes, articulation feels like betrayal. Like taking something alive and pinning it to the page, where it loses its movement, its breath".

Most people’s words don’t land, don’t register, don’t even ripple the surface. Not because they’re empty, but because the world is loud and impatient, tuned to frequencies that flatten, simplify, reduce. It’s not just that language betrays what’s felt—it’s that even when we manage to carve something true from it, there’s no guarantee anyone will receive it.

So maybe the real fear isn’t just saying it wrong. It’s saying it right and still being met with indifference. It’s putting something raw into the world and watching it vanish, unacknowledged, unheard.

And yet—what’s the alternative? To stay silent? To let the world’s impatience dictate what’s worth saying?

The weight of the unsaid stays inside, pressing, distorting, becoming something even harder to carry. Expression isn’t just about being understood. It’s about not drowning in the unsaid.

If the world makes no room, then the work isn’t just expression—it’s carving out space, forcing open a crack where something real can get through.

Through to something other. Not just to the self, not just to your own internal world, but to something outside it—something beyond the walls of your own experience".

"The act of "revealing" can be a fraught one, especially when the very act of reaching for truth feels like it will tear you apart. It's easy to think that the layers people build are just defenses, but they might be more like scaffolding—fragile, yes, but built to hold something in and out at once. It's the tension between not wanting to be misunderstood and not knowing if anything you have to offer is worth the risk of being seen.

Precision without action is a truism. It’s like a sharp knife in the drawer—there's no point to it unless it’s used, unless it cuts something. If that precision isn’t carving through something real, it becomes ornamental, a kind of clever camouflage. The question is, then—what are you trying to cut through? And why do we insist on using something so delicate and fragile (words) to do it?

I guess what I’m getting at is this: it’s not just about revealing or hiding. It’s about what you’re willing to face when you do reveal. And how that reveals you—not just the carefully crafted persona, but what lies beyond all the words and layers.

There’s no easy way to get to that, and maybe that's where the work is: cutting through the inertia without cutting yourself in the process". 

What would Emile Cioran make of this? He would likely take a more fatalistic and philosophical approach to the gap. For Cioran, the very attempt to bridge the gap might feel, at best, like a vain effort, and at worst, a trap. He would view the search for connection, recognition, or understanding as an illusory goal, perhaps even a tragic pursuit. The gap is not something to be bridged, because it’s intrinsic to the human condition—a mark of the absurdity of existence itself.

For Cioran, this gap exists because of the nature of being—we are inherently separated from the world, from others, and even from ourselves. His philosophy would suggest that the attempt to bridge this gap is a self-deception, as true understanding or union with the external world is impossible. Rather than seeking connection, Cioran might argue, one should embrace the void, withdraw from the need for recognition, and accept the alienation as an essential part of existence.

Where Baldwin would see an essential struggle for recognition and humanity, Cioran would see an inescapable solitude where the gap is both a curse and a fact of life. Both perspectives highlight the tragic beauty of the attempt, but one sees it as a fight worth engaging in, while the other sees it as something futile that must be confronted with a kind of resigned acceptance.

So, the two would likely meet in their understanding of the human condition’s difficulty, but Baldwin would insist on the necessity of reaching out—even if it’s doomed to fail in a perfect sense—while Cioran would argue for a more withdrawn, embracing the void response to that gap.

The very essence of Christ’s mission is not to bridge the gap as a theoretical or philosophical exercise but to enter into it—fully, unflinchingly, lovingly—and thereby transform the space between.

What would Christ make of this? Christ’s crucifixion is the ultimate symbol of the gap between the inner and the external, between the sacred and the profane, between divinity and humanity. He experiences alienation—from his followers, from God in his moment of abandonment (“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”), from the world—and yet, in this very alienation, he offers the world reconciliation. Christ does not just live with the gap; he unites it by becoming the very locus of it. He offers love as the bridge, not a method of understanding or even a system of reasoning, but the radical act of self-giving love that crosses all boundaries—social, spiritual, existential.

Where Baldwin might insist that the struggle to bridge the gap is a fight for humanity’s recognition, and Cioran would see it as an impossible, tragic state of being, Christ offers redemption as the answer—not as a rejection of the gap, but as a transformation of it. The gap, in the Christian tradition, is not to be erased, but to be redeemed. Christ teaches that the gap is not a thing to be escaped, but a place in which love and grace can enter, offering both salvation and suffering, making connection possible even in the face of utter alienation.

For Christ, then, the gap is not futile. It’s the very arena of divine action—it’s in the gap that God becomes incarnate, that divine love is made manifest. The gap between the inner and outer world, between self and other, between heaven and earth, is not something to be feared or resigned to; it’s where the possibility of true communion lies".

The old frameworks, the ones built on religious, cultural, or political ideologies, still have a powerful grip on our collective psyche. They provide something to hold on to, even if that something is fraying at the edges. We're trying to make sense of a world that no longer operates according to those old rules, but it’s hard to let go of something that once offered meaning, purpose, and structure.

But the real difficulty comes when those frameworks—intended to guide us—become prisons. When they fail to accommodate the complexities of modern existence, they turn into mechanisms of repression. It’s a bit like trying to squeeze a modern worldview into the confines of a medieval map. Sure, the outline is still there, but the landscape has changed.

So we adapt, right? We bend the old frameworks into new shapes, reinterpret them to fit our current anxieties, desires, and crises. But maybe that’s why so many modern ideologies feel thin. They’re patchwork solutions—half-hearted attempts to apply ancient blueprints to a building that’s no longer standing on the same foundation.