I keep coming up against the limits of language. The deeper I go into this existence the more and more our ordinary use of language seems to feel absurd to me.

I have had discussions with friends about this, have read and heard of authors who have written about this, so it's good to know that I'm not alone. But at the same time it feels like I'm alone, because whatever I am trying to communicate is that which is deepest in me, and trying to communicate what is deepest in me feels like the water within my depths not mixing with the oil of cultural/linguistical impositions.

Eh.... that is all. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well.

Have you tried asking for help with this when journeying? The strange thing about this zone, in my experience, is that it does want to communicate with us. Perhaps try putting it out there with something like 'What is my highest purpose?' Or: 'What do you want to tell me?' Or 'Who am I to you?', or whatever seems important and enigmatic to you... The more you set your intention, reminding yourself of it for days before, thinking on it, going into the journey with it, the better chance you will have. Give it time and just relax into however the answer comes. It will come.

i feel ya man, this is something that comes up for me time after time. I'v really come to understand that language as we know it is a very poor way of expressing ones complex thoughts. Words can be so open to different interpretations as well as personal emotions attached to a word, the way someone understands a word might make it lose some of the subtle meaning you mean to impart by choosing that word. After spending time in india i came to really appreciate the head wobble, it's a very intentional way of using body language to help get meanings across and as silly as it looks sometimes haha, has alot of different subtleties that you can pick up on after a while. Even our thoughts can be so defined by language sometimes, it's interesting.

On several occasions, I've been able to "channel" writing from entities that I encounter on DMT. I use the term "channel" with a slight cringe, but I can't currently think of a better one. The handwriting never looks like my own, and I always get strange feelings when I reread it. I've found that if you establish a personal enough relationship with an entity, it will sometimes sympathize with your inability to express things, and will hand you some words to make things easier. Maybe worth a try

this song helped me deal with this very topic.

it is hard to talk about things that can't be verbally communicated, it would seem

This song is very special to me as well. It's also one of the few songs I've performed well at while doing Karaoki

But back to the subject: I get this feeling from time to time, sometimes an overwhelming feeling that the entire "fall of man" so to speak is just this horrible misunderstanding. And if we just could somehow find all of our selves on the same wavelengh than well, what then? That almost seems like what I'm striving for, although the task is tremendous.

Also, I want to mentioned that I have read everyone's posts and appreciate everyone's feedback. I can't respond to every post but I do appreciate all the feedback as what anyone has to express is always helpful if I allow it to be helpful.

Peace

In my eperience because of the intensity and speed its easy to miss the time to stop the rollercoaster and look around, every time as i take my hit i count them and ask what do you have to show me this is who i am how can we work together to improve this world, i do that after every hit so when i blast off im already responsive, i have very lengthy communications with DMT and also in many of my visions i have seen a language that i cannot read but understand and cant write but can speak (sounds to me as english but i know what i mean) i believe that this language is Sanskrit, possibly this is the language you speak of?

specifically as to the entire fall of man, i have had this feeling before too and since shed it, One time on 80-120x salvia i disconnected from conventional 'reality' and became a cog on the wheel of the greater being of humanity and found myself stuck within this wheel, i remember freaking out (wich for me is incredibly rare) and i looked to my right and saw one of the other people in this wheel was an old man sitting and mediating palms up and he said 'relax its okay' 'its good that their pulling you' 'let them take you' 'break through' and eventually i did break through and i was back in reality since then i have quit my conventional job and given up my life as a psychedelic guide, i remember that when i was in this wheel that was a part of humanity we were wheeling around a party of extra terrestreals, or gods, each one representing a species, and they said 'humanities never going tow ake up if they just cant break through'