The Elephant in the Room

The Elephant in the room story is about a bunch of guys that went into a dark room, each at the same time and felt an Elephant. Not knowing what they were feeling, they each left the room with an impression. Each person swore up and down that their experience was real. One man claimed that he was absolutely sure that what was in that room was a dull sword (the tusk), the other claimed he felt a rug in there. The story can be told many different ways, but in the end, everyone had a true authentic experience but all experiences were different. This is us. The room is the world, it is life. We all come from different places and know a certain truth, because we have experienced that truth at some point or another, from some angle. Some of us got way up close to it and were standing face to face with it without even knowing it while the rest of us might have only touched it at a slight angle. To impose our views on anyone else and claim that their truth is wrong is essentially claiming that our truth is wrong too because we experienced something different than they did. Language is the only platform to which we can really try to articulate these ambiguous thoughts and feelings that are within us. We can only share our stories with each other and try to pinpoint the same feelings and ideas that are shared but will NEVER be the other person to feel it how they did. The more we understand this concept, the harder it is to judge anyone for anything... The more we understand this concept, the wider our love expands, and the greater our quality of life becomes.. (of course, that just my own experience of the elephant in the room)