Philosophers can't live with it, andů.
Not long ago it was stated that metaphysics was a disease of language, and that it was the job of philosophers to cure the disease. Times have changed. Philosophers are showing a bit more respect for the folk wisdom embedded in natural languages. Many are the philosophers who earn their living by cataloguing the irreducible complexities that are implicit in the linguistic performance of average speakers like you and me.
It was not supposed to have been like this. Language was supposed to have been a hodgepodge of sloppiness that has usurped the authority of tradition. But if language is not the fossilized detritus of culture, then what is it?
It is something unnatural. No? It is a very peculiar excrescence of evolution. No, I don't think so. As an immaterialist I can only suggest that language may lie much closer to the mystery of our origin than does the Big Bang or dinosaurs.
There is a web site out there devoted to the syzygy. The syzygy also invokes the zigzag of the zimzum or the lightning flash of creation. This is the Logos, the unrolling of the scroll or the tapestry of creation. Thus is the cosmic will manifested in its own self-alienation that becomes the space of our existence. A synchronistic alignment in the primordial chaos is the trigger for a deliberate schism in the virtual Self. All of this is the ground of our language heard in the seven thunders of Joyce. The act of parturition creates a void that is filled with 'Ma.' The complexity manifested in language is not the encrustation of history. It is the bridge between the Alpha and the Omega. The historical focus is located in the incarnation of the logos. Hearing is believing.