like to think of the human conscious as a sort of “chamber.”
Inside of that chamber, we produce thoughts, feelings, ideas, etc. These products are like echos inside the mind.
The greatest (and perhaps original and most base) use for these “products” of our conscious to relay these ideas unto other people, in essence “bouncing ideas off of each other. The interesting thing I wonder, however,is what happens when someone has no one else to share, or “bounce,” these ideas with?
Perhaps the echos just reverberate off of our own conscious, which completely goes against their base purpose, and in fact damages us in the process. With each ricochet, a little more of our own conscious, our own soul, is whittled away, like an ocean constantly beating against a rock.
Speaking and sharing our ideas and thoughts with others is a way of channeling that “ocean of thought” towards better, more productive, and less self-destructive uses.
These are just my thoughts on it, however. What are yours?
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.