Corrected As the unraveled words slip through my thoughts into the universe. Correcting imperfections. Judging every woven threaded word. 4,065 languages. Written Unwritten
Intermingling words composing every thought as my own. punctuation leads me not. Grasping my Language(s): unknown
Voynich
Yet once words with lack of punctuation seen not as a problem. Yet seen for its purity. That we the people could connect in understanding Emphasizing The languages we combine.
Punctuation implies correct. Given to the word by man/women. In hopes, the world could connect with a better understanding of one. Beautiful RIGHT? World keep in mind we are no one. WE ARE Combined Imperfections are the great mystery of how I see the connection. Judgment also will lay between the lines.. ......