What the twilight says

Another day, another set of words. To be learned, then forgotten. From the debris of verbal lunacy may come out ce qui est radicalement nouveau, or may be not. But if not for the hope that one day you'll utter the language of the elements, pourquoi vivre? To hear the murmur of the world, you must first learn to utter your own murmur. Only by its echo will you locate the vibrancy surrounding you.