Language is as boundless as we let it be, or as imprisoning as we make it. We may pray to "You", which implies an other, outside of us, while perfectly aware that the You is within. We may say "I am" with the power of One or the spirit of Many. Intention gives language its use. A word has two, three, ... infinite sides, all mirrors, all feathers in the wind.
A story of two lovers reaped from The Sufi Book of Life, by Neil Douglas-Klotz:
He knocked at her door.
"Who is there?" she asked.
"It is I," he responded.
"Go away. There is no room for you and I," she said.
He retreated to the forest and then returned, knocking on her door again.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It is you, " he said.
The door opened.
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