THE TOWER OF BABEL

 


Lokki Haus Mudanya has got me thinking;

Of a time before history.

 

Before the Tower of Babel.

Yes, before Moses could hold a pen,

 

Centuries before Language,

Before words were invented.

 

Further, deeper in the bowels of antiquity;

Before Sign/Body Language became a thing.

 

Humans - we were still social beings, no?

How did we communicate?

 

You know, that thing we do to transmit our thoughts?

Elicit some reaction from our neighbours?

 

I'm trying to learn from our canine friends;

Canis lupus (familiaris) here, is really trying to say something...

 

Spooky guy, staring at me blankly, wagging his tail like crazy.

Sorry buddy, I don't speak Spitz, not even Japanese.

 

Now what?

Chemical signals, perhaps?

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