What if the title of this post is true?

It would mean that all this time spent studying bibles and sutras, and pouring over sermons, would only cage us inside self-referential language.

What if there is a whole world out there that does not run on any language at all? What if we ourselves don’t actually run on language, but run on feelings, sensations, and inner flashes of light?

What if the truth of our own existence is ineffable?

As language-based spooge monkeys, we’d be fucked.