Looking at the pouring rain, my thoughts played with the idea of language. The language that unites and divides people. The language that creates hopes and crushed dreams. The increasing populistic language to mobilise a force we never want to see again.

It is interesting that the ignorant will always speak the loudest, while the wise remains observant and timid – never allowing itself to say what should not be said.

In this increasing populistic language, we must take back control and engage in dialogue with those who cannot comprehend us. Because too much is at stake if we don’t.

(Ireland, 2016)

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