They practice perfection through silence. In all things unspoken there's an understanding they acknowledge. Articulation is unnecessary. Words are just the product of colliding syllables invented to quantify what mathematics cannot measure. Even the language of logic fails and falls into Cartesian circles, which aren't right either; you cannot prove the existence of something simply by assuming that it exists. Complex proofs and "if P, then Q" puzzles reach conclusions neither valid nor sound. Equations can't make sense of it.
Sometimes, when it's quiet and Purple looks into Reds eyes, he swears he sees his soul.