——It seems there are people who insist on talking, though they have nothing to say, who are always glib, and yet need to be heard. They will club their fellows with any old cliche, and ill-formed opinion, just to retain, I guess, mere visibility.  And it seems there are people who have stirring, but yet invisible thoughts, but are too shy–or they find it too difficult to express themselves, in the fray; who have the notion of contributing to the general talk, but are always failing to find the right words, preferring to be silent rather than butcher their own thoughts. The truth is that meaning itself is rarely explicit; every novel insight faces immediate humiliation, and the threat of extinction.  Taking this as wisdom, which you must, brings newly difficult emotions, added even to the history of your silences, but then a greater sense of duty still, to keep an identity unravaged in the presence of brutish purveyors, a language untainted by common chatter, and free of  the culture of despondency that must follow.  Sure, there are those who will not shut up, and there are those who are painfully inarticulate.
——But there is a context here, and a synthesis in which one side triumphs. For it is a mistake to not point out, I say, that language itself is on the side of the difficulty, not the glibness. In all its variable, malleable, and changing forms of expressions, language is filling the mouths of the glib with cotton, and meanwhile amusing and suggesting, catching and informing the ears of the diffident ones who, eventually, will put together a new speaking. The matrix of language is ahead of us, surrounding us, we live in its large, public sphere. No one owns it, and the language is looking both into the past and the future. It rears up, as an invisible material built in history, and yet is fed by living imagination, by novelty of immaterial thought. This is our mantra, language thrives in possibility.  We are nothing, if not original in our thinking.  I falter myself in the expression of this, and then pick myself up to describe this very faltering.