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The only abstract thing that is “living”. Its abstraction is not defined by the virtue of being intangible but by being sublime; there is no way you can hold on it, it just evaporates. It is like sand that slips through your hand if you hold it tight, but it is like water that changes form if you keep it light. It belongs to all and yet it is no one’s property. For some it’s like a part of their body, of their being* and yet people deprived of this part have the same right on it. “To play around with language wisely is like practicing a sort of evocative witchcraft.” – Baudelaire.
Language: the only divine thing that man owns 



* in Urdu n French, tongue is the same word as language; zubaan n langue respectively :)

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  1. darling plz write something of the level of poor souls like me!!! i dont have too many cognitive resources left to read this carefully and think about its depth!!! :P

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