In this labyrinth where nature convulses in a delirium of colors, each leaf and bloom is an enigmatic fragment of the infinite, speaking in a tongue of shadows and light. The human psyche, confronted by this riotous spectacle, finds itself both captor and captive, entwined in the roots of an inscrutable existence. The florachromatic chaos, a masterstroke of the unknowable artist, renders the mind a stranger to itself, adrift in a garden where the laws of life and vision are authored by a hand both divine and mischievous. Here, amidst the whispering foliage, one finds the celestial script—a narrative elusive and fragmented, a tapestry of the sublime where the most vivid hues bleed into the gray fabric of the mundane. Kafka would note: it is in the attempt to decipher this enigma, one might stumble upon the profound truth of being, a truth as elusive as the flutter of a moth's wing in the dimming light of existence.

'when you talk with people in the dark'

When you converse with people in the dark, concentrate on understanding the dynamics of the abstractions they describe—set aside the standardized meanings. You can achieve this by absorbing and mimicking their idiosyncrasies, and then, based on their responses, see if these align, even if only loosely, with their unique abstractions.

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