The sacrifice of experience for the sake of coherence is the imprisonment of truth. As far as we know, there is yet to be a way to fully and accurately communicate the individual experience of living. Our knowledge on the matter comes from the infinitely (as for now) large corpus of microscopic contributions in many different forms: Music, paintings, stories, photographs, diaries, films; forms of personal declarations of the nature of the contributors' experience, which we can only in ourselves consume without being able to re-communicate what the essence, which we have recognized in the work and received, is.
At times one has to simply have faith that his attempt of expression will be understood to some extent by a few others, even in the lack of precision of description. With precision and refinement we undeniably cut from the diamond for it to be recognised as a diamond by other people; we have limited templates of recognition after all. It is, additionally, impossible to purge the virgin gem out as it is; we do not have the means. There is a Communication Mesh which pure experience has to go through before it is shared, and in the process the latter loses its precious particles. Thus even with the rejection to make the effort for utmost coherence, there is still something to be sacrificed when one attempts to communicate. The most perfect act of communication is perhaps between one and themselves, because nothing has to be filtered when it goes outwards, because it does not go outwards; hence why internal debates and conversations produce a sense of validation and satisfaction that is deeper than the one gained from the sense of social belonging. In belonging one sacrifices a portion of selfhood to make space for others, or in most common and unfortunate cases: an anticipating void, a ghost presence of "not yet having found a perfect something".
There are instances where the communicator abandons coherence as much as possible before their communication stops functioning at any level at all, although never entirely; for it to be able to go under the human communication radar as communicable to an existing degree. An example would be "obscure" art; not unknown and not popular, celebrated by few and critisized by few. The attempt is one of accurate, not necessarily understandable, representation of experience. If successful, both the person doing the expressing and the person doing the recognizing rejoice at the miraculous result of perfect understanding. If unsuccessful, the attempt is deemed an outrageous waste, a preaching of gibberish, or unnoticed at all. Such is the act of creating the incoherent and consuming the incoherent; bravery, or complete idiocy, and a tribute to truth no matter how deeply it resides, or how devoid of form it is. The miracle of humanity is the continuous attempt to achieve the impossible offering of truth to every single eye in the world. The human race is one that is deeply concerned with itself.
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