If you take a pencil and draw a curve on a piece of paper, you have done more than any other species can imagine.
And the fact that I have communicated this to you hints at what marvels of mind are at play. Watching language, in all its actions, reveals who we are, our ideas of Self.
It reveals that each person is an artist of thought, a point of light that adorns life with a reflection; On the tip of the tongue, on the edge of eye and ear; the poem, the smile, the prayer. In the space between instinct and intuition, the canvas of language is infinite.
We create and dance between worlds as simply and easily as sunlight wanders across a road. How curious is our earthly song, that we might build and climb and blossom into beauty forever.