Language is coterminous with reality

 We think of language as inadequate in some ways, but really it is pretty great.  We can describe things in great detail, as much as we want.   

Borges's story, "Del rigor de la ciencia" imagines a map that coincides with the territory it covers. It is absurd, but we can imagine that, say, a description of an item can be extensive. Say, an analysis of a poem that is 100 times the length of the poem itself.  Or a 500 page novel about the events of a single day in the lives of two or three people.  Maps co-extensive with the territory defeat the whole purpose of a map, which is the scaling of it.  But we have no compunction about scaling with linguistic descriptions.  

The trope of ineffability, from this perspective, is really more about our high expectations of language.  We have to hold language in great esteem in the first place to even see its imperfections as disastrous.  

It can do almost anything we want it to do.  If there is something we want it to do that it can't, that is because our expectations are distorted by how much it can do in the first place.  

"En aquel imperio, el arte de la cartografía logró tal perfección que el mapa de una sola provincia ocupaba toda una Ciudad, y el mapa del imperio, toda una provincia. Con el tiempo, estos mapas desmesurados no satisficieron y los colegios de cartógrafos levantaron un mapa del imperio, que tenía el tamaño del imperio y coincidía puntualmente con él.

Menos adictas al estudio de la cartografía, las generaciones siguientes entendieron que ese dilatado Mapa era inútil y no sin impiedad lo entregaron a las inclemencias del sol y los inviernos. En los desiertos del Oeste perduran despedazadas ruinas del mapa, habitadas por animales y por mendigos; en todo el país no hay otra reliquia de las disciplinas geográficas."

"…In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a

single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety

of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the

Cartographers Guilds struck a Map of the Empire whose size was that of the Empire, and

which coincided point for point with it. The following Generations, who were not so

fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map

was Useless, and not without some Pitilessness was it, that they delivered it up to the

Inclemencies of Sun and Winters. In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are

Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is

no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography."  --Andrew Hurely, trans.