Cebolla, Naranjas, Caqui

Spanish: There is something so peculiar about language – the creation of words, of sounds, and the overall development of communication through articulation. It seems to me that as human beings, we find it most difficult to have the inability to understand. It has the potential to be incredibly frustrating, the lack of knowing. It always seems to be somewhat of a continuous smile or nod, with the occasional “si” or “no”. It is only with such irritability that we realize, on a more grand scale, the real connectivity that our species has in spite of our lack of comprehension. We can understand, or at least begin to, by being in our most simple of forms, to merely be human, and thus, inevitably vulnerable. To make mistakes, ah, to be wrong! We fear this so much, and though it is of great complexity it holds infinite importance - To squint, and to bite our lips, to correct, and to learn, to smile, and to hope, greatly, that we never make the same mistake again. For now, we’re back in elementary school, learning our fruits and vegetables.