Knowledge, particularly verbal/conceptual experience… isn’t even the skeletal remains of that which it pretends to encompass.

When thinking in mere language, we must be careful not to mistake the blueprint left in memory’s copying machine… for the living universe it was but an expedient derivation of.

You could write a thousand books… replete with diagrams and equations… and never get anywhere near the actual experience of kissing the one you adore… there are a few exceptions… such as when language evaluates itself.