It's hard to live in a world lacking description. It cannot be understood if one didn't live in a not-described world. It is as if you lived without identity. Simply, anything around has no reflection, anywhere. You can't see any reference point around, for nothing has been described and nothing has a name. So you live on your own, alone; anything that could be used to describe the world was used by propaganda to build the theoretically attractive idea, but in reality, unfortunately, it always ends up the same way: I mean, you feel a gun on your head.