The time has come for a new language. We can vibrate with the...

The time has come for a new language. We can vibrate with the tulip
petals, the sunset, the morning light in the asparagus fern on the
windowsill. We can share that ring. Between us, though, for now, words
are what we have.

On language and longing and the invisible egg of the universe. For the Paris Review Daily, the fourth essay in a series on the sky asks, what is the word for sky?