The Illusionist of Recursive Fantasy

No one can understand your words. The affection beside you, the hatred before your eyes, and not even yourself. No matter how you cling to context and authority, borrowed finery adorned with words will never reach the heart. Yet when understanding is sought, dialogue exploits the known of both parties. Self-evident references and citations, implicit understanding and allusion. Unknown words are not there, and you dream of mutual understanding within comfort. An allusionist of illusory recursion. The ideal image in facing mirrors, what reflects is infinite trial and error. At the end of eternity, theoretical world peace is achieved. Someday, surely.