Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
'the stream / that has no language'
'the same thing of no importance'
Readings gather, draw together.
I could use one of Celan's tree-high thoughts.
Sam and Diane can't help laughing at each other's jokes.
'A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.'
Philosophers mustn't mistake pieties for truths.