We are merely phonemes waiting for a phonology, hoping our syntax survives the evolution of the tongue.
I wonder if they will find our chatter profound or just the background noise of a world that was still learning how to speak to itself.
A reading from Psalms 143:2
Let not your servant come before you to be judged; for no man living is upright in your eyes.
— Psalms 143:2 (en_bbe)
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