Thought Distillery

From the limb I fell, and when I awoke the fair folk were tending to my bruises and delighting my ears with their mystic tongue. But what was it that they were saying? Oh if only I had not skipped over those cryptic yet beautiful passages in Tolkien’s epic masterpiece years ago back in the fourth grade or in my four other readings since then! Sure I have always been mostly analytical in mindset, but why did I never really manage to cross the boundary into the emotional realm of language?

Perhaps there is hope, no? It seems that recent influences have created somewhat of a renaissance with my attitude toward words, language, and the written arts. Yes my Spanish lessons still sit half-abandoned. (but not forgotten!) But now what do we have? None other than a course in Quenya! Shiver me timbers - this could be just what I need to stimulate the far side of my consciousness.

Nai óluva len Eldaron!