Is Language Empty?

i'm like, how can we keep going? I can't believe this has gone this. We are the god of sagan's flatland, the tre down of a flat dimension, but their dimensions unknown to us. In that phrase, when you see someone oasting, my dad let me sit by the pool because i ate my vegetables. That's the tip of the iceberg. And do you want to know what the rest of the iceberg is? Literally, the history of languageoh my pucking god, this is insane. What is this? Is this music? This is the music of language. Po can not only be books. They can’t be music of language