And the second part [of my thought] is, i remembered what the earliest epics, oral phrases strung together, were like (i think!). Then, too, a kind of quasi-Irony guided the disorderly images. Maybe, then, it is only in some middle, settled, period, that words acquire the illusion of transparency, and maybe also, human lives. That is, the complexity becomes harmonized to the point of plainness? Or is this just nostalgia?