Quoting from one of my recent mails to a friend of mine:
there's never ever a 'spade' alone. Calling it a spade is a truth, but it's a partial one. It would be a fallacy to presume that truth can even be comprehended with our finite intellects, leave alone it's being expressed in our meagre vocabulary. I am no scholar, but I appreciate what a limited and dangerous blessing God has given us -- language. I understand that while it can communicate a lot less than what's there in our mind, it also carries with it a lot more than we are aware of -- presumptions, preoccupations, prejudices -- things which steal their way out of our minds through our speech while we intended to say something entirely different.
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