I was wondering how to begin writing this. I stared at the blank page and it stared back at me. I had so much to say, but the words didn’t seem to be to hand: perhaps the subject was just too complex.

Suddenly, you could know the safe way through the forest, even if you had never been there.

It must have been like this when my grandma first invented language. (Well, not

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