To me, Babel represents the power language and communication have to unify us. But how fractured speech and untruths split us, turning coherence into confusion.

The Baobab, which I read about ages ago in “The Little Prince,” is a tree of life. At the same time, its warning is: What grows unseen can overwhelm us if left untended.

When I think about these together, the question in my mind is…

Are we reaching toward imagination and connection? Or are we feeding what might undo us?