My stepmother and her mother spoke several languages fluently. When they conversed they switched languages, sometime mid sentence. When asked, they said it was automatic, based on the word that was most appropriate at that time.
I suppose the biggest truths are so absolute but also so multifaceted, like love. We need so many words for all of its facets. One alone could never do it justice!
Absolutely. I think this is part of what drives every writer/artist too. It's like, the moment we realise that every emotion has so many layers, we also come to understand that the desire to express ourselves in words/art is going to be a lifelong project.
But how beautiful to spend a lifetime constantly seeking to capture new shades of the sublime!
My stepmother and her mother spoke several languages fluently. When they conversed they switched languages, sometime mid sentence. When asked, they said it was automatic, based on the word that was most appropriate at that time.
That’s really cool. I always admire the ability of being multilingual for this very reason. It must make one’s vocabulary feel so much richer.
I suppose the biggest truths are so absolute but also so multifaceted, like love. We need so many words for all of its facets. One alone could never do it justice!
Absolutely. I think this is part of what drives every writer/artist too. It's like, the moment we realise that every emotion has so many layers, we also come to understand that the desire to express ourselves in words/art is going to be a lifelong project.
But how beautiful to spend a lifetime constantly seeking to capture new shades of the sublime!
Indeed 😁
Magnificent pastoral prosaics from a master of individual brush strokes.
Much appreciated. Thanks for reading.