Language. We are born into it, already attuned to its rhythm and syntax as newborns. We learn it almost miraculously in our first years, without a thought. We take it for granted. It defies evolutionary accounts of its origin and transhumanist dreams of its replacement. In a word, language is that uniquely human art form of the incarnate spirits we are; for it is only with words—sensuous symbols—that we can speak of the world. Through words—first spoken to us then by us—we communicate with things and with others, giving voice—through the multiplicity of concrete names and languages—to the community of inexhaustible beings in the world and to the inexhaustible community of the One who made it.