The music of the word. The language of the sound.

There is a watermill. To get there you must come through the mountains. Once there, listen — to turning of the seasons, to the churning of the mill, the melody of the lake. Listen to the people you meet, the tales that come your way. You are in China, the rural hamlet of Huaxi, Flower Stream. 1985.

Listen, to that which transcends the rise and fall of dynasties. Listen, now, when we urgently need to cross borders and connect in a challenging world.