Bits and pieces

When I was in college, I wrote this one paper on Esperanto for my history of language course. There's this innate desire in us to create a oneness, to bridge the misunderstanding and the miscommunication, and many think Esperanto is the ticket - a universal language that could convey anything to anyone in any culture. I disagree. The problem? Words are not just words...they carry nuance, history, meaning, relevance. My words carry pictures. Are you receiving in your glass what I'm pouring from my pitcher? For Esperanto to work, there would have to be not only a new language, but a universal culture.

My argument against Esperanto was simple: we were too broken to try and reunite with a common language. My metaphor was a crystal vase that started out as one piece but had been smashed to bits and pieces. Recreating the vase is impossible without cracks and holes and a lack of strength. I argued instead that we must use the broken remnants to create something new, a mosaic of the old made new again.

I've been very destructive lately, crashing around smashing things. It's time for me to create. It's time to piece something new together from the rubble.