511 I am sure and confident, until I open my mouth to speak. This is the squeeze of our condition. We must speak to express our deepest feeling, but the act of this expression requires the compromise of individual feelings into universally accepted symbols. We are too big for the box of grammar and lose our tails when the box closes itself into a sentence. “But humans have no tails!” is the objection. We remain silent, for with the loss of our tails we have also lost our proof, and every attempt to prove incites laughter. We must speak, but speaking is incomplete. We feel our meaning, but speak in absurdities. We are vessels that must pour out this something within but find no vessel without. Perhaps what would satisfy us most would be a silent communication, one which required less of the pouring out of “mind” or “reflection” and more of the gratification of a total experience: for example, the sudden r...