the word wanders freely around the thing, like the soul around an abandoned, but not forgotten body. - Osip Mandelstam

Today a kind of speaking in tongues is taking place. In sacred frenzy poets speak the language of all times, all cultures. Nothing is impossible.

a taste for historical reincarnation and total understanding is not constant; it is a transient taste. And our century has begun under the sign of great intolerance, exclusiveness, and conscious noncomprehension of other worlds.

Why can't we shake things up, why can't these good translators be utilized in collective undertakings?