The Duncans sometimes ask if I understand the exotic ideas of our past?
And if I understand them, why can't I explain them? Knowledge, the Duncans
believe, resides only in particulars. I try to tell them that all words are
plastic. Word images begin to distort in the instant of utterance. Ideas
imbedded in a language require that particular language for expression.
This is the very essence of the meaning within the word exotic. See how it
begins to distort? Translation squirms in the presence of the exotic.
The Galach which I speak here imposes itself. It is an outside frame of
reference, a particular system. Dangers lurk in all systems. Systems
incorporate the unexamined beliefs of their creators. Adopt a system, accept
its beliefs, and you help strengthen the resistance to change. Does it
serve any purpose for me to tell the Duncans that there are no languages
for some things? Ahhh! But the Duncans believe that all languages are mine.

-- The Stolen Journals
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