Language
Language is the most important and
in many ways,
the only means of communicating.
And it is language
which can be the most misleading.
Or complex, mistaken, and misunderstood.
Pale Blue Dot
Walking along the banks of a lost river, that I remember, used to be. Forlorn, feeling empty, finding it hard to focus, tired, teary, and in an urgent need for some water, I came upon a bottle of some kind. Transparent like glass, but made of some unbreakable substance. But no opening that I could see at a glance, neither a cork nor a twist top, what kind of bottle it was? Foggy inside, a piece of paper of some kind with some strange letters, and, unknown symbols in different colours, floating in it. A bottle with no mouth, but it spoke to me! When I shook it the letters on the paper inside it started to melt in the fog. Their rainbow colours dissolving and resolving themselves, and a sound started to emanate from it Ouummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm which started to turn into a song in a language, I didn’t understand. But the music swayed me, and I shut my eyes, dancing to the tune, forgetting everything else in its lore, Karagre Vasate Lakshmi, Karmadhye Saraswati, Karmule tu Govind...
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