One repeats the same expressions over and over again. Over and over again. And one recurring fear is that these ready-made phrases one uses to explain the way things, render the thing described nondescript, because they are so common. But perhaps the commonness of the phrases merely hides the blindness of the experiences themselves. Worse than not being able to convey the uniqueness of a thing in words, is the possibility that the uniqueness of things, as life progresses, is less and less available to one in experience. And if this is the case, then each of us is trundling down a track that leads from the inarticulateness of youth to the cliches of old age—from being mute when we are young, to being deaf when we are old.
Good thing I don't believe this is the case.