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A famous man stated:

“The limits of my language

Means the limits of my world.”


A stylish epigram

But is it true?


You see

Sometimes I find words inadequate.


An intricate mesh of feelings and fears

Refuse to be realised

Or captured, solidified.

Language elusive to thoughts and ideas.


On the tip of the tongue

But immediately gone

Because the apt word was never there.


Are there some things known

That cannot be captured

By language alone?


And so the limit of my world

Is not language

But something more profound:

Something that goes deeper than words.

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