by Joseph Luzzi
The 18th-century Italian philosopher Giambattista Vico believed that as a civilization progressed, it lost touch with its creative origins. An ancient warrior would never declare "I'm angry"; he would wax metaphorical with "my blood boils."
The Roman poet Horace went a step further, believing that when words died they took memories with them. Just as forests change their leaves each year, so, too, do words: new languages "bloom and thrive" but only after "the old race dies."