Wow, I've really gotten up on my soapbox lately. I think the real essence of my rant can be better summed in one simple paragraph:

You have two choices: you can try to tame all those unruly little squirrels living in the attic referred to commonly as your language banks-- line them up and get them to do neat little songs and dances for you, teach them tricks, make them stand on their heads just so; or you can leave the 'house' altogether and soar among the clouds, up above, over and beyond words and thoughts-- free, untroubled by the whims of duality.

Now I'll be quiet and take my own advice. :-)