You know, people don't give human language the credit it deserves. I mean, it's incredible, when you stop and think about it.
In one dialect of one language alone, you have an incomprehensibly vast breadth of words and concepts at your disposal. Already an unrivaled wealth of communication by any standard. By as much as putting two of those words together - any two words - you exponentially increase the magnitude of human expression. With just those two words, you already have a functionally infinite number of potential combinations. The mere act of adding a third, fifth, tenth, eleventh word to the chain only compounds the sheer scope of our species' singular ability to communicate.
And then with the addition of syntax, grammar, inflection, regional dialects - strictly mechanical additions to the lexicon - and more nuanced notions as comparison, simile, subtext and analogy - grounded in the endless and ever-vast sphere of the abstract - you have, in one language alone, something that beggars the very limits of human understanding.
Across every contemporary human language, therefore, it can only be reasoned that there are infinite - truly infinite - combinations of words, grammatical mechanisms, concepts, and meanings at our disposal. It's a beautiful and unending masterpiece, a testament to our singular nature as an intelligent species. Think about that for a moment. It brings a tear to the eye, doesn't it? We can convey just about anything our minds can conceive. Poetry, debate, love, anger, art and despair. When it comes down to it, language and its unending possibilities are the lifeblood of all that we are.
Infinite combinations. Infinite phrasings. Infinite potential to change the world - for better or for worse. You could have said anything.
And yet, for some fucking reason, you decided to say that.
No wonder the Tower of Babel was struck down.
