Love knows only simple words. Bliss comes out in baby terms. Thoughts are the bane of life. The nebulous web of mind takes us further from epicenter of life, Being itself. Pure unadulterated senses.
Language, which adds so much to the intricacy and beauty of experience, also pulls us away from its purity, like a current pulls us unwittingly from the shore.
Returning to the sands of Presence, breaking the surface of the abysmal sea of mind—this is the purpose of adulthood, to regain the innocence of prelingual being.