Sometimes, it's just beyond words.
I have an aging banana. Its name is Sherlock Holmes.
See, it says "Sherlock Holmes," right there.
But, it's my Sherlock Holmes. I actually own it. Or at least fifty percent of it . . . no pre-nuptial agreement, you know.
I will probably eat Sherlock Holmes in the next twenty-four hours, so as much the unique incarnation of Sherlock Holmes as my banana Sherlock is, he really isn't much of a collectible. Doesn't really do well in a story either. Seems a quite pointless Sherlock Holmes.
And yet, for now, he is a most special banana. How special?
Well, I took a picture of him and put it on the internet. And I only did it because Sherlock Holmes exists.
Sherlock Holmes, the banana, that is. And I am his biggest fan.
And why not?
Because sometimes, it's all just beyond words, isn't it? Beyond words.