"Incidentally, I never wrote this and you never read it. Complaining doesn't help. Defining a thing in our rough and twisting words pulls it apart, pulls it out of the amorphous aether - reshapes it, locks it in a vowelled cage, and sin of all sins, makes it stick around. Some things are better off left whole and mysterious, sliding away."

Phenomenal writing.

Also, I hope there's a God sitting around somewhere who appreciates irony. All the irony in the world.