"Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it. Here is the essence of mankind’s creative genius, not the edifices of civilization nor the bang-flash weapons which can end it, but the words which fertilize new concepts. It might be argued that the Siamese-twin infants of word/idea are the only contribution the human species can, will, or should make to the raveling cosmos. Yes, our DNA is unique but so is a salamander’s. Yes, we construct artifacts but so have species ranging from beavers to the architect ants whose crenellated towers are visible right now off the port bow. Yes, we weave real-fabric things from the dreamstuff of mathematics, but the universe is hardwired with arithmetic. Scratch a circle and pi peeps out. Enter a new solar system and Tycho Brahe’s formulae lie waiting under the black velvet cloak of space/time. But where has the universe hidden a word under its outer layer of biology, geometry, or insensate rock?"

The only reason in this universe is what you in your ungodlike grace project upon it