Romances and Mazes – Approaching Eternity E

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Encyclopedia of the Known Universe Vol I (excerpt 12 – appendix to “L” entry on language)

On the planet Bromeran, the Bromeris communicate in a language known as Brise. It is an extremely complicated language by any standard and it has evolved over millennia to keep pace with the constant debating of the Bromeris population that often leads to the expanding of definitions of words or the creation of completely new ones. The Brise writing system that was the basis for the current system, started as a pictographic system when the Bromeris were still part of the civilization that included the Hafjeris and the Rhasdwiis. Though this original Brise system does not exist in its original form in any civilization today, it is considered to be the root of all languages within the three civilizations. The Bromeris realized the limitations of the original Brise system that made it difficult to express ideas and thoughts to precise degrees and have compensated, some might say overcompensated, by creating a language with the most words of any language in the known universe. 

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Solse Prab is a master of language and he is fluent in many of the languages of the known universe. Here, he tells in English how he happened across the writings of an Earthling woman who stole his heart even though she was physically light years away from him:

Solse’s Intro:

I sometimes peruse random Earthling blogs on their internet, maintained by as many varied personalities as there are topics that they cover. Some blogs are written by very professional writers who use the forum to showcase their talents; I mostly find these to be tedious, like F. Cruz’s Poetry Forever blog in which he displays his original works, that are honestly very well wrought, but also includes detailed explanations of his choices that literally explains each of his works line by line, word by word. There is another literary blog that is very mysterious, no description of the writer, no indication of gender or race, and the posts are always extremely earnest confessions of wrongs the writer has committed. The most haunting post is very short and the ending encapsulates the mystique of the blog itself, “…I saw you there and I did nothing to your benefit, I laughed, yes, but only at my own ineptitude, …” The writer seems to enjoy the ellipses. There are also very practical blogs written by very straightforward writers who taught readers about baking or woodwork, painting or knitting. My guilty pleasure is the confessional blog, though. I cannot help myself but to wonder about the plight of the ellipses writer and I admit that I check in on them as often as I can, and have since discovering them, though they do not necessarily post often. Some time ago, a link to another blog appeared on the page under the favorites links and I was excited at the possibility of finding out something about this writer, anything to help me know them better. Because you can come to know a lot about a person by the associations they chose for themselves; even if I am now fairly certain that the ellipses writer is also the writer of the linked blog that is called the stuff that happens and is maintained by a woman, G. Ritz, from a little town that I, for obvious reasons, know nothing about. Closer analysis revealed that she used the nameless blog as a way of speaking directly to the subject of many of her posts in stuff. I imagine that if the posts of stuff were to be collected into a single volume, it would absolutely read as a tragic narrative. As a character, the narrator of the blog is fascinating. She loves a man from afar and finds small ways to impact the life of her love from a distance, presumably afraid to leave too big of an impression as the fear that her secret love will be revealed is one of her most pervasive themes. Maybe I am so impressionable that after reading her posts, I became as transfixed and obsessed as she was, and I started my own Earthling blog where I could answer her angst with my love and admiration for her courage and her loyalty to a man that would not appreciate her.

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