WHAT IS LEFT TO BE THOUGHT? WHAT IS LEFT TO BE SAID?

Mind to mind. Mouth to ear. A scribble. A mark. A picture telling a story. Poems and music. We connect with an external reality while reserving a sense of self- a mind within a mind. What is always unique is the undeniable contribution and search for meaning.  What relevance does a shadow cast on a sunny day have for understanding. What transforms when randomness gives way to patterns we can begin translating. We mix the chemicals in a way unique to view of the world taking place behind those eyes. How we know the value discovering insights from other minds are more or less vital flows from those patterns. Endless discovery. Endless curiosity. Endless (temporary) explanation. Secrecy. Morality. Good Fellowship. They are patterns of practical living. Merit challenges politic. What we know varies from what we say. To delight our senses and tantalize thinking, we have the imagination of poets and philosophers and such music; not for all but for those able, a disserning presence of mind.  These exchanges happen at the end of the evening, relaxed where occasionally one open minded pilgrim stumbles into another.  Are we reduced to man on man dominance in which materialism decides ethics, right or wrong, virtue or crime? Or does moral judgement take us along another elevated path?