Things are denied the pure formal principle of language – sound. They can only communicate to one another through a more or less material community. This community is immediate and infinite, like every linguistic communication; it is magical (for there is also a magic of matter).
Walter Benjamin “On Language as Such and on the Language of Man” (1916)
It turns out that Walter Benjamin is the Raven King...?
“The sky spoke to me...”
I almost did a cross-reference to Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell in my fucking master thesis in philosophy I’m in so much trouble seriously












