Listening to an unlearned language always cheers me up.
In the strange sounds and masked droning there is a sense of mystery. The listener is forced to think and think hard over the content of the message, but in the end is left with really nothing. The slight feeling however, that the chaotic now may become ordain later, perks interest akin to Christmas Eve. The contents of the future are unknown, but their leaning and possibility are certain. Listening to foreign languages pushes the ignorant mind to master them, to try something new, to explore.
In mystery I see promise.
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