Danika’s Note: Tower of Babel – 15 Degrees Skyward

There’s this belief… this religious myth that the reason we have so many different languages is

This religious myth that the reason we have so many different languages is because long ago, humans attempted to build a tower so high that they reached the heavens. They angered the god that resided there by attempting to reach his elevation… his divinity, I expect. So that could he confounded them. He took words from our tongues and replaced each with words that could no longer reach others and be understood. They could no longer communicate with each other and so the culmination of their unity crumbled….

That god… divided us…

But, that’s illogical, isn’t it…

Perhaps it was not that this god replaced the language… perhaps it wasn’t common tongue that was taken from us. After all, humans possess the capacity to learn – that is, to speak as many languages as they each are capable of learning. People can even pick up phrases and words that were given and borrowed and cloned from other languages. People can and will communicate.

That god did not divide us…

No, a better way to say it is: that god disconnected us…

I believe this was the moment we stopped reaching those heights together and started trying to reach them alone. Thus, we all sit upon the ruins of our own towers; these absolute sums of all our emotions, all of our genius, all of our free will. The absolute sums of our uniqueness. And we stand alone, no one able to reach our elevation… No one able to help us get higher…

Each of our towers sits there at different heights…

Mine sits so high that I cannot see up or down or even around me. There’s nothing there at this level. Nothing… I sit here and I can’t come down, but I can’t go any higher. This is the curse, this is the confounding. We stand alone at the precipice of everything we want, everything we try to accomplish only to be stricken down by our own limitations because we can no longer connect and climb higher!

But… in the distance there is a light. There is another world somewhere through the darkness. Another tower gleaming in the light that looks just like mine! It’s warm and blinking and calling out because it can climb no higher. I want to reach out to it. I want to touch that…

I want to connect…

It’s a whisper.

A breath, a sigh escaping from my heaven to yours that ends the world that I created alone and begins the world we will create together. This whisper carries across the distance upon the dream that I have always shared with you… even when I didn’t realize it myself. It reaches out and brushed just against the side of your face to caress your ear asking, requesting… begging you to wake up.

Show me the world you tried to create and then send it into the darkness as I have sent mine. Show me the elevations you sought and then I will meet them with mine.

Let us cast aside the failure and connect…

Don’t you see?

I do not believe that it was language that that god took from humans, that the confounding was the spoken word. The confounding was connection… the connection of what is our free will… what is our uniqueness… what is our soul …

I send this whisper of connection, of words no spoken or written language knows upon the wings of our shared dream and I wait for you to whisper back…

Only then, can our towers converge…

Only then, can we reach the heavens we’ve both longed for…

Maybe then, when I hear my words in your tongue, I can believe they are true…


(Read 15 Degrees Skyward)

Author Notes: A small glimpse into the mind of Danika Bennet and her need to connect. I’m slowly crawling towards the completion of Episode 2 and will be posting it soon. Danika is a very unique girl, isn’t she…

Anyway, I hope you like it and I hope you’re enjoying the slow crawl of content. Monday I’ll have more to say and I should have Episode 2 up before then… should being the operative word! 😀

See ya there!

Harli V. Park

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2 thoughts on “Danika’s Note: Tower of Babel – 15 Degrees Skyward

  1. This was certainly profound… I think sometimes we make it harder on ourselves than it really is… Connection is all about being open, and expressing that willingness to accept our own limitations may mean fearing judgment… Native Peoples have it right when they simply stand with arms outstretched heavenward in prayer… gathering in all that is between ourselves and our creator, no language is needed where love is supreme.

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