BABEL

On the plain of Shinar, the whole world speaks one tongue. Fire brick, gather tar, feed your people, and raise the tower. But every reach for a name frays the common speech — as confusion rises your workers falter and splinter into rival tongues. Speak plainly to hold them together… though the prouder you build, the less they will hear. Pour your labor into grace instead, or lay it down. More than one way this story can end.