incommunicable

You're not who I think you are. I know that. I understand some things, but not others. Every person speaks a different language, and something is always lost in translation. We do the best we can, and we try to forgive for the difference. The only truly terrible thing about conformity is that it doesn't work. It doesn't give you the same nature as those around you, can't make you closer. It doesn't bridge the gap. So you have to think, and you have to ask, and you have to listen. And you get close to the truth, but the heart of things is always a mystery, full of new beginnings, unquantifiable in it's ability to change.