Even a humble dialect takes a chip from the broken stone of reality. This brings us to the melancholy topic of the death of memory. Because across the world today, small, local languages are dying. Along with the mass extinctions in the natural world, the postindustrial epoch is bringing us mass extinctions of languages. It is difficult to quantify what we are losing by this, but we are definitely losing something of importance.
People cheerfully die for the sake of their native language.
Some vital aspect of the memory of a people. My own native language is English, which is the great, globalized language primarily responsible for crushing all the other languages. English crushes those languages under its feet, like grapes in a global tub. I know this is true. I admit it to you.