It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood? - Ludwig Wittgenstein

But ordinary language is all right.

One might say: art shows us the miracles of nature. It is based on the concept of the miracles of nature.

You sometimes see in a wind a piece of paper blowing about anyhow. Suppose the piece of paper could make the decision: ‘Now I want to go this way.’ I say: ‘Queer, this paper always decides where it is to go, and all the time it is the wind that blows it. I know it is the wind that blows it.’ That same force which moves it also in a different way moves its decisions.