It’s a kind of irony when you discover language for something you sense has gravity, only to realise the thing you feel to be true has risen, at least partly, alongside language.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty described how Philosophy is ‘limping’; it is ‘everywhere and nowhere’ – this is its virtue. And in a closer relation with poetry and art, it may be reborn and reinterpret its own past metaphysics, which is not past.

Thresholds and between moments – mist, merging light, metamorphosis – tend to blur boundaries. Perception may need to breathe before language arrives.