I've always thought that language only complicates things. The words that we use never live up to what they represent. Does the word 'love' really describe the feeling? I can say that 'I love you', but it doesn't describe how her smile makes my day seem better. It doesn't let her know that my pulse quickens whenever I think of her. It doesn't even tell her that she has inhabited a part of my soul.
Even trying to express youself never really works. You can be literate and have a very large vocabulary and still be unable to truly get your point across. When I'm lying in my bunk, staring into the false ceiling, I tend to think, to analyze and dissect everything. That's where I come up with thoughts like these; in the slow time between consciousness and sleep is the time when all of the mysteries are solved. But we think in images, in collections of abstract patterns and concepts. Translating those into words and sentences, paragraphs and books, we lose part of the meaning. And if we lose part of the meaning, doesn't that mean we'll never really understand?
Obviously, beyond researching and developing psyhic powers, we aren't going to ever be able to free ourselves from the burden of language. In order to get my points across in everyday conversation, I tend to ramble. To create long, drawn out, over-descriptive sentences in order that, through cluttering the air with enough information and description, most of it will get through. Maybe our speech should mirror our thoughts. If I wanted to describe my love of Jenifer, maybe I would say, 'angelic floating in the mist of moonlight eternal high adrenaline rush waiting to see her making my day better always in my heart never far from my thoughts.' Would that be better than saying 'I love Jenifer?'