Alone and confused atop his tower of Babel, he looked down at a universe of words. He had not found Heaven. Instead, he realised, he had constructed his own world of symbols, and with it, his own prison.
‘The more we try to live in a world of words, the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security.’
Alan Watts – The Wisdom of Insecurity, p. 50