There Is No Word A Poem by Tony Hoagland www.poetryfoundation.org what I already am thinking about is my gratitude for language— how it will stretch just so much and no farther; how there are some holes it will not cover up; how it will move, if not inside, then around the circumference of almost anything— how, over the years, it has given me back all the hours and days, all the plodding love and faith, all the misunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it. languagewords
In terms which must be altered [Life] frequently sets its problems in terms which must be altered if the problem is to be solved at all. Dorothy Sayers, The Mind of the Maker UnfoldingCo-Evolution of Problem and Solution Spaces in Creative Design life