The Girl Who Could Talk To Landscapes
Once, a long time ago, while the mountains were still growing and the sea was still deciding on its colours, there was a girl who could talk to landscapes. She had always been able to. When she was very young she used to sit by the edge of her village and listen to the trees argue with each other in the Old language.
All places converse in the Old language. The Old language is the language the world speaks. It is the language the wind whistles in and the pebbles chatter in. Her mother used to tell her that the world was simply a whisper, a secret exchanged between two gods, and the Old language was the language it was whispered in.
All this was well-known back then. Many linguists at the time believed that the Old language was the source of all communication – that in a conversation, every word is translated through the Old language to imbue it with meaning, because the Old language is the place from which all meaning derives. [read more...]
Once, a long time ago, while the mountains were still growing and the sea was still deciding on its colours, there was a girl who could talk to landscapes. She had always been able to. When she was very young she used to sit by the edge of her village and listen to the trees argue with each other in the Old language.
All places converse in the Old language. The Old language is the language the world speaks. It is the language the wind whistles in and the pebbles chatter in. Her mother used to tell her that the world was simply a whisper, a secret exchanged between two gods, and the Old language was the language it was whispered in.
All this was well-known back then. Many linguists at the time believed that the Old language was the source of all communication – that in a conversation, every word is translated through the Old language to imbue it with meaning, because the Old language is the place from which all meaning derives. [read more...]