I'm Concerned About The Unknowability

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.

Eventually, Everything Gets Stuck Between A Pair Of Parentheses Or Buried In The Bottom Of A Trunk.

We Are Too Kind, Too Willing--too Unwilling Too--reaching Out Blindly With A Grasping Hand But Not Knowing How To Ask For What We Don't Even Know We Want.

It Occurs To Her That She Should Record This Flash Of Insight In Her Journal - Otherwise She Is Sure To Forget, For She Is Someone Who Is Always Learning And Forgetting And Obliged To Learn Again.

Words Are Our Life. We Are Human Because We Use Language. So I Think We Are Less Human When We Use Less Language.