Granted. You know every language spoken at any time since our ape-like ancestors developed the capability of speech. Nothing ever said escapes you. Oh, but you’re fluent, aren’t you? So you flow, as an embedded conscience in water. You reach the oceans, and your essence is diluted everywhere as water repeats its cycle. You can’t talk to anybody, even if you understand everything they say.
I wish I could see a red lake.