Emotions can’t be put into Words

Emotions are particularly difficult to describe.

Could it be, given such extreme difficulty, an effective strategy would be to not describe the emotion, but randomly and haphazardly choose something very easy to describe, then ascribe what was easy to describe, to an emotion?

Much as Adair, Jakob, and Emie can’t put into words what they are feeling, they do love and savor the smell of fresh coffee, and homemade cinnamon rolls. So, they could choose to mention fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls, letting this suggest somehow, inexplicably, inexplicable yet intuitively, or whatever– it really doesn’t matter much, now, does it? Their ineffable, swirling, emotions.

(By the way, it is unlikely their emotions are swirling.)

Thus a great difficulty becomes little more than a cheap– dirt cheap– trick. A dirty cheap trick, but one that apparently can be played over and over and over, and no one is the wiser. Dylan Thomas understood this.

What if you were a possessive zombie, but nevertheless, most impressed with yourself. That emotion– being impressed with yourself– seeks to be impressively expressed. No problem.

You had, earlier in the day, seen a ringtailed possum somehow going along a power line, towards a mango tree. Wow!

It is so very, very, real– and here and now.

Plus, you know possums are nocturnal– so you are a genius, which feels very good, indeed.

Morose– What is it?