What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant.

David Foster Wallace wrote that.

I agree.

And sometimes I'm afraid that lots of people forget it.  Not that what goes on inside is more than words can handle.  Easy to remember that.  But that it's fast and huge and interconnected.  And unique.  And awesome.  So awesome, in fact, that even our most inadequate sketches are probably worth sharing. 

Thank you D.T. Max and The New Yorker for the quote.