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 I believe that Sanskrit is the mother of all languages. The similarities it supplies with other languages are just "too" many to completely rule out the fact that other languages could have had unfolded themselves from Sanskrit.  One logical explanation is, the Sanskrit words are more detailed in sound (ex: too many samyuktakshar and dwitvakshar sounds), pertained to the counterparts in other ancient languages. The noticeable strikes to the mind that originated words are either equally complicated or easier in sound and articulation than the root word itself but seldom never more complex than the root word. Let's explore the global ancient linguistics now. For example, Baltic and Slavic languages came out from the same Balto-Slavic language before they split. The Baltic is way more Archaic though. If someone's interested I would like to suggest that many of the words/names in Rigveda are astonishingly similar to that in Zend Avesta. It might make it easier to figure

 The Romans had been speaking Latin for a thousand years before the Church came to power in the Empire. Many of the "other" Romance languages developed simultaneously with the big ones. Latin didn't change because it was highly inflected, all languages change over time. Not every word can be changed according to all of those variables, some of them apply to nouns and others to verbs. That is NOT why Latin is used to classify species, we just needed a common language for it. Some modifications are even more complex than Latin with two extra cases and 3 extra tenses (times).  So, complexity is not really why the language died. We can express ourselves much more efficiently. English achieves its range of expressions with new words and phrases, we can achieve most of this with just grammar, plus we can add new words and phrases. The language is too complex to spark wider interest, but complexity can't be the reason because the roman empire was much stronger and widely spr

 "Are you frightened, daughter?" The words of my father touched my ears as we walked along the high paths upon the Citadel walls. So many people! So many! "I confess...l am, Father. This day. This responsibility is overwhelming." He smiled and patted her hand as they walked. "It can be if you allow it." I smiled. "Is that how you ruled so well? Not allowing it?" He smiled back at her. "Ariel helped over much." And they both laughed.  Today was a day among days. The day of succession. Tabitha did her best to quieten her nerves but still could not accomplish such a mighty task. "I confess, father. I confess I am unsure of my ability to do as you did when you were King." He chuckled. "I am still King." A sheepish look overtook his face. "Until Noon." His eyes thinned humorously. "You are not going to exile me, are you? I'm too old for that life." ***********  Tabitha was shocked. "What? Of c

When you have seen the tentative beginnings of Spring, When life just begins to stretch from its slumber, when you have seen its vivid greens that erupt from stone-brown soil, that shoot out of the still-cold earth, when you have seen the revelries and warmth and lazy living nights of Summer, when the yellows and greens have lit up beneath the clear, azure sky when the flowers have flourished and fruits have ripened, know this, my sweetheart.  The world turns, life and death rising and falling in a cycle of beautiful fire, endless grace, and the colours, as all things do, move in their harsh and gentle ways, turning about the revolutions of time. Summer's warmth has come and gone before your very eyes, know that Autumn comes, in her dancing grace, falling, and falling, and rising yet again with the wind's whispers, dancing upon these forest floors and bejeweling them with her fiery hair and feathers, and adorning the trees with her flaming dress, singing as the birds do, a hera