I spoke with Language the other day. I asked it, “O Language, am I bound to you, or are you bound to me? It’s impossible with you, and it’s impossible without you. I’m sure you know the secret of this. Could you explain a little and put my mind at ease?” You’re present even in silence. It thought for a moment. “Let’s talk,” it said. “But let’s go a little further away, secrets are shared in solitude.” We went together to a deserted cliff. We sat in silence looking at the rock next to us. My patience was starting to wear thin. Unable to contain myself any longer, I asked, “What does this mean?” Language asked, “Did you see?” “See what?” I said. “The secret?” it replied. “No,” I said. “You’re still very far away. Now go and continue to use me in your writings,” it said. “I will follow you, let’s see if you are getting closer to understanding the secret you’re curious about, or if you are moving away. When I feel you have come close enough while using me, I will reach out to you. Don’t worry, this is very easy for me. Then we will come and meet again by this rock, and you will get the secret you want.” I was astonished but resigned to silence. As Language was leaving my side, it turned back for a moment and said, “Greetings to the approaching night.” As Language gradually disappeared from sight, I lay down by the rock and began to gaze at the sky in thought. The celestial dome was slowly putting on its embroidered dress. I left the rock behind and set off on the way back, passing through the night.