While at uni, I had a habit of attending classes with my friends, outside of my curriculum. I remember attending a lecture on hermeneutics once, by a law professor, versed in philosophy and such... and this must have been some closing lecture as he was talking a lot about his personal experience of failing to achieve any substantial understanding of what meaning was, how (his) mind worked, etc.
He was putting it as if it was like trying to insert your head into your... in a desperate hope of reaching some 'real' understanding. And after all those years of trying (it looked like he had been trying), he was left with empty hands. Not zen-style empty hands, just what-i-hoped-to-grasp-i-couldnt empty hands.
Its a feeling you can probably get investigating stuff like physics, math, meaning in linguistics, neuroscience or simply thinking things through as the years go by.
Maybe grand parent was relating to something like this.
He was putting it as if it was like trying to insert your head into your... in a desperate hope of reaching some 'real' understanding. And after all those years of trying (it looked like he had been trying), he was left with empty hands. Not zen-style empty hands, just what-i-hoped-to-grasp-i-couldnt empty hands.
Its a feeling you can probably get investigating stuff like physics, math, meaning in linguistics, neuroscience or simply thinking things through as the years go by.
Maybe grand parent was relating to something like this.