Meeting Benches World art in all forms
LANGUAGES
Many languages are spoken, now, in this world. Soaring words, meet, meet, collide, they create sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. Higher the rise of rationality, but without sinking voice, with thoughts fragile and lightweight, bamboo tablets, a woven basket, filled with blind poisonous mushrooms. Those quadrupeds painted on the rock, they trample the flowers they galloped over, but a head secret develops somewhere on earth. The wind carries with it the seeds of order, in countless languages, that at this time, lives, flying over the world. But the production of language, so insubstantial, can not in any way increase, or lighten, the silent pain of men.
(Bei Dao)
