Language

Love languages
Dig up the buried to see
What have tuberized.

I love learning languages although the mode is getting slower and slower. Excitement is still there; I won’t want to lose the spark to harvest what’s grown by a hope to preserve the way my brain works. All brains work more and more slowly by ageing but I won’t let mine lose its engines even before the end.

I’ve learnt Arabic & Japanese again. Arabic is a tool for me to comprehend the Quran as I see at times that the translation into English or Indonesian sound like interpretation rather than translation. I don’t want interpretation, I do translation.

Japanese is for me to practice something different because learning it I’ve been “forced” to use non Latin based words— hiragana, katakana and kanji make me actively memorize the lines, the curves, the dots, the strokes and the meaning with senses: listening, speaking, reading, writing.

I’d like to learn my own language: Javanese with which I hope to carve my image more clearly as a Javanese woman in this life canvas.; with which I find what’s buried in the hidden pockets of ancient knowledge

Time, do stay.