I am so afraid of people's words.They describe so distinctly everything:And this they call dog and that they call house,here the start and there the end.
I worry about their mockery with words,they know everything, what will be, what was;
no mountain is still miraculous;
and their house and yard lead right up to God.
I want to warn and object: Let the things be!
I enjoy listening to the sound they are making.
But you always touch: and they hush and stand still.
This is how you kill.
–Rainer Maria Rilke
Annemarie S. Kidder translation