He realized that the "Babel" of the world wasn't just about the confusion of tongues. It was about the electricity that happens when those different worlds finally collide.
Elias looked out at the distant lights of a desert camp. He didn’t know the people there. He didn’t know their stories or their names. But as the synthesizers swelled, blending the ancient strings with a modern pulse, the distance didn't feel so daunting. Gustavo Santaolalla Babel Emre Kabak Remix
The sun was a dying ember over the Moroccan dunes when the first pulse of the bass hit. He realized that the "Babel" of the world