Thought is but a tiny, grammar-bound island, in the midst of a sea of feeling...
The island has a periphery, perhaps, of mud—factual and hypothetical
Concepts broken down by the emotional tides into the
"Material mode," a mixture of meaning and nonsense. Most
Of us live the better part of our lives on this mudflat; but in
Artistic moods we take to the deep, where we flounder about
With symptomatic cries that sound like propositions about life
And death, good and evil, substance, beauty, and other nonexistent
Topics. (SUSANNE K. LANGER: Philosophy in a New Key)