the house that jack built

During a conversation with some folks last night, I noticed metaphor occurring in the most extraordinary ways and producing the most controversial results. By the terms of our human means of explanation, foundations are laid for life that, perhaps, truly limit our perception and perspective. It made me consider that as wonderfully expressive metaphor is, as much it allows our minds to open and creativity to explore, it cannot "bottle" what can't be known in our human/temporal minds. It is, like everything man-made, a temporal tool 'whose' purpose goes only so far until its limitations catch up with it. And I wonder if we aren't better off without these tools since we have such trouble recognizing their limits. We seem to take a tool and build life with just that one, or just tools, neglecting every wandering thought that tells us life isn't about those tools, or, trying to fit those thoughts into what we've built by our tools. And what really is "out there," the great expanse of eternity, can't fit into anything tool-made. I guess it's only when we accept the nature of our tools that we can use them in any way truly beneficial to us, because we wouldn't be depending on them. Or maybe we decide we don't have/want to use a tool at all. Maybe we can experience what is without any man-made crutch and maybe that experience can indeed be communicated without a crutch-but I have no idea as to how we could operate without them in this humanity-linguistics/communication is society. Such a great deal of unlearning would have to occur that it seems easier to simply shed the mind. We'd truly be operating in a different reality, or, rather, the ever-existant reality we've never made ours.