Language as Creative Expression

A name here, or a flower there, it is an expression. A pain only sensed, as yet nameless, is no less a nomenclature of the same description. And they are all words, already fully expressed, irrespec tive of the minds in which they may, or may not, have evoked images, irrespective also of whether such words are already articulated or lying merged in silence. Silence itself is an expression, a splendid and ripe fruit for anyone to savour. It is even greater, since silence is not only an expression, but the mother of expression, two states of an existence merged into one.