Is language reflective of a culture’s values and worldview, or does it limit the possibilities of experience?

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot

It seemed like forever ago, like we’d had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

“Everything that needed to be said was said, but not everyone had said it.”

She put one true word after another and put the words in the portal. All at once they were not true, not as true as she could have made them.