29 June 2008
Language of the people. My people.
"Have you ever wondered-the language of your birth is not the language of your soul? The language of your knowledge is not the language of your people?"
"I have not," replied the farmer, "for my language groans within the land, the loch, the glen. My language gladdens with the sunrise hearts made heavy by night's dew. My language is the peoples' longing."
"Teach me," I said. "Teach me the language of your people."