I've some interesting ideas but I'll have to wait on writing them. They're all too long for today.
So, a parable of language.....
There once was a pack of beasts. These beasts tread the same paths they always tread, eating, sleeping and so on. But one day a beast who was more than a beast spoke and said, "Why do you tread these paths?" At this, the other beasts all turned and tore the beast who seemed to be no beast apart. Yet the word had already been spoken, all the beasts realized they could speak and even those who argued against it saying, "But we are just beasts would it not be nice to tread the same paths we always tread?" found themselves speaking to do so.
The victory of words had already been won by the one who spoke. On the day of speaking the beast who was no beast had changed all the others, whether they wanted it so or not.
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Unfortunatly the no beast set many of lesser beast on a new path to the abatior in a calous and ovinephobic manner.
No, the gift of speech set them on the path to civilization. But there were those who would snivel about it. They were the wimpy beasts who could not use language very well.
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