There really is no reason why the obscure if elegant equations of an Einstein or a Mandelbrot should have any bearing on the conduct of atoms billions of light years away. And yet they do. That is the mystery. Math is a wonderful tool for describing the universe. Language is equally wonderful for describing, not the world, but relationships we have with it, and through it, with each other.
Language is the first interaction, the commonest, in some ways the most precious.
Language is the tool through which, in speech, in writing, we live the material union of mind and body, and live it socially. The angels that have inhabited some of Biggs' most impressive recent works, those towering messengers, are suddenly frequent in contemporary art, not least in the monumental video installations of Bill Viola. The angel, let us say, is the essential allegorical figure, the creature who, as the Word of God, has never existed outside the world of imagery, and is always a relation to some other thing which the angel is. The angel is the perfect androgyne, the perfect figure for a transfigured humanity, not least because it does not exist. Its very whimsy is a tribute to the theology of hope.