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“How many meanings are there for the word love? How many nuances and shades of feeling when each should have its own? Why are there so few words for the things that are so important and so many for those that are not? Lina had no answer for this, but… …because language is both wonderful and yet limiting, it comes from things that can be shared so that we can agree on a term for it. Some experiences and emotions can never be shown to each other, so there can be no word. It’s why we crave the beauty hidden within a metaphor; things that cannot be expressed, only sensed somewhere in the space between words.”

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“Metaphor is one of the mechanisms by which our imaginations assimilate the world. We give sense to things through comparison. We theorise about things we are trying to understand and describe by alluding to characteristics they share with other things. We create new things by emulating the familiar. The attraction of metaphor is not exclusive to our attempts to make sense of the world through words. Thousands of years ago, architectural construction originated in metaphor. Sometime in the distant past, we began consciously constructing places as lasting metaphors for those ephemeral places we make just by being in the world or adopt in our natural surroundings.”

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