flicker
Language is a gateway to the soul.
After I've been reading for awhile, my thoughts seem to write themselves in my head in a more advisable and congruent fashion, which I very much like. It's almost as if my inner monologue has just aced some vocabulary test or something, and in response the rest of my intellect is gladly operating on all cylinders just to keep up with my new profound clarity.
But words are also thoroughly blurry, contextual, nuanced; sometimes all we can see is a flicker of where the flame is burning. It’s hard to get a clear picture, but for better or worse, language is often a gateway to our souls.