There is a language that is universally spoken. A language that everyone on earth is capable of understanding in their heart.
Something older than humanity, vast than the ocean and more ancient than the desert. Something that exerts the same force whenever two kindred souls meet.
There is a smile, and certainly there is an omen—an omen everyone awaits, without even knowing they have been doing so all their lives.
It is the pure Language of the world. It requires no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.
What we speak out at each moment when in the presence of the only person set apart for us in life, and that, with no need for words, there is mutual recognition.
We are more certain of it than of anything in the world. We are told by parents and grandparents that when we begin to speak the language, we will not be in control of ourselves and to be able to convey a message with that language, we really need to know a person and be committed.
When you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone somewhere in the world awaits you.
And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible
certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.
It is the hand that evokes this language, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world and births peace in its path. Without such language, one’s dreams would have no meaning.
What then is this language?