Culture is fetish. Language is fetishization. Amongst the most heinous fetishes are those of wisdom, love, or enlightenment. Wisdom lies outside all culture: social, linguistic and personal. To escape the last is the most difficult of all.

But those ‘wisdom cultures’ which prostitute themselves in language are amongst the most ugly of parasites, for they pretend to a holiness that only silence may reasonably invoke. And this is, in part, why Nature is silent in the face of language. It is not because the trees and places and animals cannot speak. It is because their communication is understood only in direct participation; it cannot be represented with strings of tokens.

Wisdom’s kiss is fluid, and her formless glory makes lightning blush in humility. She is and must be personal, utterly personal. This cannot be distilled into any book or model. Not even an empty one.