Imperfection....

Ideas are only half formed in my mind
It is like looking at an Escher or Picasso, where you only see in one dimension at any given point,
If you blur your eyes, or only view one slice or dimension, it all makes sense 

But as soon as the words are formed, they are wrong

Inaccurate

Imperfectly conveying or making an image that is both more complex and at the same time slipping away.  

I see clouds, but by the time I write that, the word conveys no texture, no meaning, no reality ... And the cloud is already gone. 

The same with love. 
I feel love, but by the time I form the thought, the feeling is more complex and at the same time it has changed and morphed into something different 

Still love, but imperfectly described by a simple four letter word. 

The Revolution will not be televised!
No, and I dare say it will not be spoken about, nor seen, nor heard except in the false way a persons life is boiled down to an obituary 

The words and the images are imperfect. 
The Revolution must be Lived!  
Each experience a fullness of life.