To explain. On the surface, it seems a simple linguistic act: unraveling a complex tangle so the other can see the pattern. But in the dance of human existence, explaining is much more than defining; it is the hope of an encounter, the constant attempt to build a bridge across the abyss of individual consciousness. Each of us inhabits a private universe, a cosmos full of nuances, sensations, and references that are difficult to transfer. That is why, when we strive to explain a feeling, an abstract idea, or the secret logic behind a decision, what we truly offer the other is a part of our cosmos; the universe that dwells within me now participates in your being. We are betting that our words, imperfect and limited, can create and participate in the other's inner world. This effort is inherently vulnerable, because in unpacking our thoughts, we expose ourselves to being misunderstood, to having our logic rejected, or to discovering that what we believed to be crystal clear is actually an amalgam of nonsense. However, to not explain is to resign oneself to the solitude of understanding. The commitment to explanation is, therefore, one of the great tasks of love and coexistence; it is the humble recognition that truth is either shared or it is nothing at all. It is the beautiful and sometimes exhausting process of moving part of our universe toward the other and the other toward ours, with the intention that, for an instant, both worlds overlap and we can say: Yes, I understand you , and in that fleeting moment, the effort is justified, and the distance between being and nothingness shrinks.