Strange to post in a blog, I know, but...

"I no longer want to know the names of things. I do not care if I am mute or if my tongue is useless for everything but the taste of salt. The verbal map is the wrong map. It is a labyrith to false treasure. This exotic, wholly liquid place lies outside words but well within the realm of the sensual."

Ellen Meloy - The Anthropology of Turquoise