When Confusion Prevails

I have been reading about the Tibetan Buddhist view on the third stage of the bardo, prior to the time when beings reincarnate into new lives.  This is supposedly a time of extreme confusion, where the temptation is to try to settle one's blustering mind-state by referencing a specific body with a specific form. If anything, this bardo to me is similar to what happens when I am trying to settle on a topic to write about, or even a research project. The pressure to resolve confusion can take the form of trying frantically to settle on a particular design, rather than staying with the feeling of confusion until it somehow resolves itself.
  Listening is another form of potential confusion. Have you ever thought about how listening to another person can be such a risky operation? Unless we are so familiar with what a person is talking about that we can literally "complete the other's sentences", it's not likely that we can control the direction of  a conversation, much less know in advance the speaker's meaning. Listening becomes a huge interpretive undertaking, which often leaves the listener lacking in any mooring if the subject matter is beyond that person's familiarity or comfort zone. In those situations, it can be tempting at times to prematurely bring in an interpretation that has nothing to do with the present discussion, or even jump in with one's own opinion, which has little to do with the story being told. The potential for misunderstanding or lack of comprehension altogether can be very strong in these situations.
  What if it were that the interactions we have with others transcend understanding, such that trying to search for the meaning of the others' sentences is not as important as the mind to mind communication of inter-being? This is a weird idea, but I guess I am trying to drive at the interaction as transcending the meaning of peoples' sentences or words. This goes back to the idea that dying is not a terrible thing if we learn to stop grasping at things, and stay in the space of formlessness for a while. In this way, confusion yields to a wisdom of non-grasping.