The knife is sharp; because we have made mistakes with it, and been cut, we understand this.

Viscerally.

But the language is sharp in invisible ways, ways that incline us to pretend the cuts it makes were intentional. Instead of noticing… what they actually do in our minds.

And to our potential for something resembling…

Intelligence.

And if we should merely »begin… to understand this…

… then, perhaps, the blades we’re so familiar with…

could become.. wings… we were to timid to imagine.