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Grab the hockey stick beside your bed…

You start swinging at the curtain of black that hangs before you. Then, after a few passes with the stick, you begin to notice that randomly, you’re shouting words you’ve never heard before. Words in a language that’s yet to be created. Words that are beginning to form a language created by…gasp… you. And then finally, before you’ve even hit anything, you’ve realized that you’re simultaneously creating a language while batting at the darkness before you.

And that makes you feel the pride of a true warrior. A warrior like King Leonidas of Sparta, which prompts you to rise from your bed and take on whatever noise has become the itch that your curiosity needs to scratch.