I'm thinking about the language, Nation. Various things. For instance, that it is much more a homeland than the heart in the chest (although that's a nice image). Or that it's like an outfit with a mask, in which one can dress up and be different people. Also, that it surprises me with age more and more how fluid it is and how it changes; how it has changed even during my own lifetime. How foolish is the attachment to its existing form, and especially building hierarchies and judgments based on which forms of it someone uses; stubbornness about so-called correctness. But at the same time, how admirable and rare are the examples of its virtuosic use.

I think all this and read "The Wedding" in ever new ways. My head is spinning. I dressed too lightly for this mountain. But I'm moving fast, so maybe I won't be cold. Maybe I won't freeze.