my language my tongue
...ion of language is “sounds produced by humans as a means of communication”. That is correct, but this shortened, cruelly cut off group of words sounds so heartless, cold, meaningless. If this is what all take language for, why do I feel a deeper bottom, beyond this shallow outside, yet have not the faintest idea what it is? To historians and scientists, language is the development of sounds, of humans getting along and finding new ways to expand and create. Language is for description and imaginings, expressing of feelings, increasing in knowledge. Then why is there so much of it, and yet so little? How can that which is so intent, which is too intense for words be shown in a cluster of fairly simple sounds? A tongue cannot be just that! To religious people, to priests and to those who study the ancient Bible, the difference in lingual ability is the punishment of our God, as humanity put Him in a rage. If language is a penalty, a punishment, how is it that one can enjoy it and bask in it, like a little salamander in the rays of the sun? To everyday me-and-you people, language is taken for granted. “Somebody somewhere doesn’t have it, but I do and I’ll never get rid of it,” think most of us, commoners. We do not pay any attention to our everyday use of that boneless body p...