Language
isn't good for everything; it's too much of a tool
a tyro's architecture, a purposeless construction site
remote from life copulating words
a remote steering system for nothing but convoluted behaviours it structures
the same 'how are you !' the same soup, same face, same tone of voice, same 'have a nice day'
same repetitons repetition propagating sameness
a theatre of difference, a change of taste of bread, a change of voice
a field of families harvesting themselves to ever narrower horizons
where will language peter out and end with what sort of consonance?