Recently I've been thinking a lot about what it means to talk about God. It's almost funny that we, petty humans, even try to talk about someone so great—someone who is by nature ineffable and undescribable. God is so far above/beyond our intellect and language that anything we say about God is at best insufficient and at worst flat-out wrong.
For there is no God, other than he of whom one can know nothing perfectly; and he alone is my God of whom one cannot say a word [...] But I wish to speak of it, and I do not know what to say. But none the less [...] my love is such a mind that I had rather hear what is not true of you than that people should say nothing about you. And that without a doubt is what I do. I say of you what is not true, for everything which I say of you is nothing but untruth about your goodness. But you must pardon what I say which is not true of you.