It is not that language and rational thought here are not valuable: they are. But they are there to be struggled with, and finally, having been found wanting, let go. The struggle was not wasted effort. In Hegel’s metaphor, the beauty of the bud is sacrificed, necessary as it was, once the flower comes into being; and still more the flower must be sacrificed once the fruit comes into being; yet each has its place, and all were valuable, as part of the greater creation as a whole. So words have their place, but only up to the borders with God.
