Once upon a time, in a bustling village of thinkers, two wise scholars argued endlessly about what “language” truly was. The first scholar, a cheerful man named Activityus, insisted: “Language is nothing but the noise we make! It is speaking, writing, gesturing, and storytelling. Look at the marketplace—shouts of traders, songs of poets, whispers of lovers. That is language. If no one speaks, there is no language. It is an activity, pure and simple.” The second scholar, a quiet woman named Facultia, shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “Language is deeper. It is an invisible faculty hidden inside every human mind, like the ability to see or to walk. Speaking is merely what this faculty does when it wakes up. The real language is the power itself, not the noise it produces.” The village grew tired of their quarrel. One evening, a clever child named Little Why approached them both with a question that sounded innocent but carried a dagger. “Tell me, wise ones,” the child asked, “if lan...