The awfulness of language is that it inevitably homogenises life by assuming that it can adequately express, explain, communicate all levels of experience. In fact so pervasive is language that any experience or perception that cannot be reduced to speech, cannot be spoken, is treated as trivial and disregarded. In this respect language and capital are the same, and it would have been impossible for capitalism to have developed without the smoothing out, the averaging, the reducing of language. This is the exact opposite of the heart, which holds dear and resonates with all those experiences that resist the vulgarisation of representation. We all have amazing experiences that shake our very being, only to pale considerably once we've told all and sundry about them. In fact we use language to reduce the power of life – to constantly bring us back to ourselves. Some things – heart events – are best left in the heart, though the head will try to steal anything it can put to its own advantage.