Sorry Pipedream, I have come to fear we do not speak the same language. The basic sentiments can sometimes be grasped, but the finer points (which may or may not actually exist) get lost in a wave of poorly defined imagery.

I sometimes get a flashback to my days as a Psych Tech in a large state mental institution, sipping coffee, watching cartoons, and playing cards in the break room while discussing philosophy and politics with schizophrenics. Flash forward to classrooms where I am discussing philosophy and politics with philosophers and politicians and I where I have several consecutive moments of epiphany where I realized the similarities between people who needed to appear intelligent--if only for themselves--through conversations at me.

There is a certain maturation that takes place after a couple of hundred of these (and other) experiences. You put away the childish fantasy that buried in the complicated phrases of the pressured speech leading into a flight of ideas and loosness of association, characterized by the highly functioning schizophrenic or average politician, lays some deep truth.

Deep meaning and truth only exists in simple sentences and is described by common words of few syllables as defined by the reader not the writer.