Early on in the animal we call man, some impulse sent a shudder upward from the abdomen, breath vibrating vocal chords into a spasm of sound. We may call this sound voice, and the impulse, emotion, a feeling so strong it spilled over into the heard world on a primal flow of vowels.
Emotion rides on a river of vowels.
Today consonants chart complicated maps, pinning each sound into a place of reason, molding the vowels into words. The city of the mind grows, our modern tongues laden with the scrims of intellect. Do ancient languages echo more clearly with the primal howls?
Native speakers, what song rises in you?