There are speed bumps in my neighborhood. At night, I love speeding up to them, gear-brake and then speed up again. In most cases, I get to watch the car behind go fly over the speed bumps. Must be the mean streak in me.
That's what I read in a science magazine just now. Language is evolving and humans are just hosts. Good perspective. I like. Maybe, language is the host. Or knowledge?
Language wants to be passed on and so does knowledge. Yeah!