the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you
have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk
about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly,
nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they
hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face
till we have faces?
- C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
|By Steve Kim|