We keep naming the same thing, and everyone defines it differently; we say the same thing, but we always say our own thing without anyone noticing.
There is a world without language, without secrets, and without "I", waiting for her to pass through that glass. There are no barriers there, but there is no room for anyone.
Intention: Language creates barriers, and the road to "complete communication" must be at the expense of "self" - true understanding and true loneliness are actually two sides of the same coin.