The greatest invention I have ever come across, the beauty of language but so much more. Words are communication, words are understanding, and as much as I'd like to label it with some amazing adjective, it would rather defeat the purpose of the word 'word', would it not?
Words give us the tools to intelligence, giving us the possibility to learn. They give us a way to speak to others and give and gain friendship, and after a substantial amount of words and quite a bit of time, it gives us love.
Words are so much more than simply a language or a tool, but a doorway, an opportunity, a divine beauty that we use everyday and yet ignore.
Whether your vocabulary barely exceeds that of a three-year-old's, or that you have the diction equivalent to a Sage barely makes a difference. If you can use words, then you are more privileged than you could imagine. People so often ask what the meaning of life is, or what love is.
I believe that everyone has a different answer to this, but if someone were to ask me the question, I would answer: "Words."
Maybe I am biased, as I can talk to my deathbed, and I enjoy writing. But what else could the answer be? All our connections and even our thoughts are simply words, strung together into sentences and then paragraphs.
All our worries and our cares and jokes are simply words. Language, pure simple and strong.
There is always the concept of foreign languages, at which people stop me and ask just where my theory is now?
But does it not make sense to have different languages?
I could give you the scientific reasons of why we have different languages, but frankly I find them boring.
I'd much rather explore the theoretical. People never speak the same. One might describe a tree as green while another might say it's tall. We express ourselves with these words, so it stands clear that they should be different. That is what makes it worthwhile.