This logosphere of language where we dwell
That forms and then transports our thoughts around
Without which we could only show, not tell,
May even, sometimes, let us be profound,
For without language, no philosophy
Can be articulated to affect
Our minds and guide us toward veracity,
Distinguishing erroneous from correct,
Or, beyond that, to probe mysterious
Phenomena throughout the universe,
About which we alone are curious,
Whose secrets only language can disburse.
Nor could there even be love poems written,
By which a kindly dear one’s heart is smitten.