One thing, one true name. Another language, another word. A forest of synonyms. The clearest name is the one we learn in our mother tongue. Der Stein. Every additional language adds meaning and colours the world differently, adds depth, opens perspectives. Each drawing adds another layer of significance. Words and lines both draw the world, only their angle shifts.
But even so, the true essence of a thing remains forever hidden. What it is to be a rock, to be a bird. To be another. The infinitesimal opens an endlessness hidden within.
Only wizards have the power to see things for what they truly are
For magic consists in this, the true naming of a thingUrsula K. Le Guin