If it is true that to speak is to blunder, then, despite my great desire to quit tripping, to stop breaking things and crashing into walls, the fact is that I cannot hold myself back from indulging in the thrill of exploring the aftermath of the crashes. I can’t stop pointing out new scars and bruises and saying, “And here is what I learned from that.”
Another Word, Another Blunder: Speaking as a Process of Breaking and Recreation
A Language of Being 