I’m not completely sure I got what this comic is trying to convey.

It’s going to be alright. I’ll always be right here Dorothy. Have some ascii music and a smiley face. ♫ ☺ ♪

“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.”
–Willa Cather

You can land on my yard.

I tried this line out on a psychiatrist once. He wasn’t buying it.

@ross – how do you know?

Though suitably accoutered, one notices that Cat hasn’t actually, you know — jumped.

To communicate, knowing you will not express the same ideas in your head? Or to be left totally alone?

And Girl chose the less jaded option?

Were question marks on sale this week at my local punctuation store?

This is why I’m terrified of ever being questioned by the police. If everything I say is an approximation, and everything they hear is a distortion, how could I ever prove I’m not lying? And somehow, I suspect that trying to explain that my terror is due to some philosophical angst and not because I knocked over the liquor store will just make matters worse.

I have exactly the same fear about being questioned by the police. I think it depends on the attitude of whoever is doing the questioning though.

At work I’m often so (bleeping) overloaded with work that I forget about things I need to do, and then I get phone calls from people who are waiting for me. If they are sympathetic enough I can explain the situation calmly and they’ll understand and be patient. If however they take an aggressive, accusatory tone from the outset I tend to stutter and get my words mixed up and not really explain myself properly, which tends to reinforce the idea that I’m somehow negligent.

I think that being questioned by the police would be much the same.

I’m listening!

Always tell the truth, that way there’s less to remember.

Always tell the police what they want to hear. I have found this is a good way to avoid jail, unless the police want to hear you confess. Then you should tell them they have pretty eyes. Police want to hear they have pretty eyes, but there is no rhetorical situation in which this is appropriate, and so it is a perpetually unsatisfied need.

@bobby (& Ross) Heheheh,
I’d be surprised if his psychiatrist hadn’t read RD Laing:
” I see your behaviour. You see my behaviour. But I do not and never have and never will see your experience of me. Just as you cannot “see” my experience of you. My experience of you is not “inside” me. It is simply you, as I experience you. And I do not experience you as inside me. Similarly, I take it that you do not experience me as inside you.

“My experience of you” is just another form of words for “you-as-l-experience-you”, and “your experience of me” equals “me-as-you-experience-me”. Your experience of me is not inside you and my experience of you is not inside me, but your experience of me is invisible to me and my experience of you is invisible to you.

I cannot experience your experience. You cannot experience my experience. We are both invisible men. All men are invisible to one another.”

It seems pretty obvious but still such a revelation to me about the fundamental problems of communication.

Svenn, I think,
You forgot to add,
No homo.

@Svenn
“All men are invisible to one another”
Now there is a line you don’t want to try on the police.
But seriously, while I’m not christian I’m still fascinated by some parts of the bible, one of them being the story of Babel. The differences between one language and another are nothing compared to the simple fact that no two humans can share the exact same thought.

The title sparks a mood in stark juxtaposition to Cat’s.