The Ineffable (n.) is a thing we can become aware of only by parting company with words, for the world of things we perceive is but a veil whose flutter is music, its ornament science, but what it conceals is inscrutable.
Ineffable (n.) is our sense of what is real but cannot be said, and it is the root of all creative work in art, thought and living well.
The Ineffable (n.) is not what we don't know yet; it is meaning hidden, not meaning missing.
Ineffable (n.) is answered not by words but by a way of life that fits it.
Ineffable (n.) is not what lies too far away to see but what lies too deep: the meaning, source and end of being itself.
Ineffable (n.) marks where thinking peaks, not where ignorance foams.
Ineffable (n.) pushes back against our categories the way matter pushes back against our hands, and that resistance is how we know it is real.
Ineffable (n.) is met, not made: amazement answers it rather than invents it.
Ineffable (n.) is why there are so many philosophies and poems: we have barely begun to say what we see.
Ineffable (n.) can be pointed at but never described.
Ineffable (n.) sounds like a negation but is loaded with affirmation, pointing at meaning too full for words.
Ineffable (n.) is there before our idea of it, like an ocean that carries us before we have named the water.
Ineffable (n.) can be thought though never known; it is not the leftovers of knowledge to be swept away.
Ineffable (n.) makes sense without making arguments; it is meaningful but not reasonable.
Ineffable (n.) speaks in a forgotten mother tongue; in moments of insight we almost recall the words.