And the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own. It talks in tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations, in the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures. [..] And I would give all this and heaven too. I would give it all if only for a moment that I could just understand the meaning of the word you see. Cause I've been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all.