Language (n.) is the limit condition of our evolution. We cannot evolve faster than our language. The edge of being is the edge of meaning, and somehow we have to push the edge of meaning. We have to extend it.
Language (n.) betrays, in order to mean.
Language (n.) , on earth, has literally become alive. Language has infested matter; it is replicating and defining and building itself. And it is in us.
Language (n.) springs from the biological matrix, and the neurological matrix, within us.
Language (n.) is a kind of tuneless singing which was probably entertainment long before it was meaning.
Language (n.) is the flashlight that shows the path for an always-more-slowly evolving culture.
Language's (n.) development has, in a way, occluded the psyche.
Language's (n.) evolution is no great mystery. You simply cause language to evolve by saying new and intelligent things to each other.