1.0ZENVC：有言之道与无言之道https://zenvc.org/zhJesse Wienshttps://zenvc.org/zh/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="px6PfiKssI"><a href="https://zenvc.org/zh/communication/">沟通（摘自《拥抱挚爱》）</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://zenvc.org/zh/communication/embed/#?secret=px6PfiKssI" width="600" height="338" title="《沟通（摘自《拥抱挚爱》）》—ZENVC：有言之道与无言之道" data-secret="px6PfiKssI" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://zenvc.org/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script>by Stephen and Ondrea Levine Sujata used to say, "Let it go! But if you can't let it go, I guess you'll just have to communicate." Communication is a crossing of our boundaries. At best, it attempts to transmit the heart. At least, it attempts understanding. Because everyone seems to be born with perceptual quirks unique to their personality, or what some call "karma," misunderstanding naturally arises between somewhat different "realities." When this occurs, communication becomes a peacemaker, an attempt at understanding sent out by carrier pigeon over the fortress walls. We think the moat of our affected indifference will protect us. But our castles are burning. And in our confusion, we try to hide smoke instead of extinguish the fire. Much of our "communication" is an attempt at smoke control. Much comes from the fear that another will see us as we fear we really are-confused and clever, hidden and theatrical, self-interested, angry, distrustful. We are afraid to share our grief, so little of ourselves have we surrendered to its healing. We weigh our words. No one says quite what they mean. We bargain for love in dulcet tones like a cat wrapping itself, purring, around our ankles.