Words, like art or any other manifest imagining, are metaphysical supplements to the realities in which we generate them. Sometimes they help translate an experience, and sometime they augment. Truth is in the negotiation of things. 

“Words are not the things they name: they are the bridges we extend between things and ourselves. The poet is the conscience of the words, that is, the nostalgia for the actual reality of things. True, words were also things before they were the names of things. They were things in the myth of the […]

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