and failed--having found nothing in sci-fi, comics!, Greeks-past ...ponderous tomes, to compare.
Could it be that all of our [local] brain-pans have been altered by 'growing up' in a place now manifestly growing-down, such that we cannot 'realize' that we have been suffused-within a perpetual Gobsmacked-state?

Those of us who have Loved-language (some unto its very type-styles) are, I believe, those most sensitive to the Scale of what has occurred within these Three Years. Such a horrible Way of having realized that, Mankind lacks Scale and Relativity (and various other aged koans): this one surely vets-Itself whilst imparting as Fact, that we now inhabit [Science/MO on] far more than the "irregularly-Irregular" [/Science].

I find a certain futility in extrapolating-via-Confucius's immortal quip--that such dissembling has already rendered Language so corrupted as to nullify all 'communications' with black-noise.
Only one skit comes close: in a Star-Trek episode wherein (Patrick Stewart) teaches self to communicate with a species which communicates via Metaphor-ONLY.

I no words.
But believe I faintly-hear sounds of jack-booted feet in a final scenario: going out with a whimper needs no words at all. I shall endeavor to maintain equanimity as that coin--flipped up to just-below-orbit--decides it all.
(That cats et alia were included, all-innocently, Will amplify the discussion in any afterlife) er, sans oblivion.