Babel

Translation feels like the Babel story in everyday clothing: we speak, but we don’t always land on the same meaning. I notice it when I retell a scene to a friend, when I explain a trip to my family, or when I try to carry a single line of poetry across languages. Each turn adds a little, loses a little, and asks for another attempt. Translation becomes a habit of return—listen, rephrase, accept the mismatch, try again. Babel isn’t only a myth about confusion; it’s a reminder that understanding is a practice, not a switch. We bridge gaps with patience, curiosity, and small everyday effort, and that is how the tower keeps being rebuilt.