Mountains set the borders between generations.
Rivers breed life in various forms.
We live above the land.
We seem to be close to each other, but still different in many ways for sure.
Words are like blades that rip time and space apart.
Words are like rocks that record the vicissitudes in history.
The borders between generations are translated,
Stacked, interwoven, extended.
With exchange of words, people learn to tolerate.
With exchange of words, we accept differences.
With exchange of words, we embark upon diversity.