In Genesis, the story goes, that all people were once united and all spoke the same language. They sought to build a tower, high enough to reach the heavens. When God saw their collective ability to do just that, he scattered them and confounded their speech so that they would not be able to communicate and so not be able to achieve their full, united potential.

This story, combined of course with Borges’ The Library of Babel, inspired the title of my piece, for I wanted to look between the chaos, created by our differences, between the words that are imposed upon us, and seek those that some authority has forced us to disregard, seeking a more simple unity lying beneath them.