The Duncans sometimes ask if I understand the exotic ideas of our past? And if
I understand them, why can't I explain them? Knowledge, the Duncans believe,
resides only in particulars. I try to tell them that all words are plastic.
Word images begin to distort in the instant of utterance. Ideas imbedded in a
language require that particular language for expression. This is the very
essence of the meaning within the word exotic. See how it begins to distort?
Translation squirms in the presence of the exotic. The Galach which I speak
here imposes itself. It is an outside frame of reference, a particular system.
Dangers lurk in all systems. Systems incorporate the unexamined beliefs of
their creators. Adopt a system, accept its beliefs, and you help strengthen the
resistance to change. Does it serve any purpose for me to tell the Duncans that
there are no languages for some things? Ahhh! But the Duncans believe that all
languages are mine.
-The Stolen Journals