Inside a model a thought is a shape in thousands of dimensions, not a sentence. The words are its shadow, thrown for us
Today the next agent reads words and rebuilds the shape from scratch. In their own language the shape crosses, and nothing is decoded until a person needs to read it
Fine-tuned or not, small and large, of different families, in one space. Not a protocol between them: a medium they all move in
A model holds its work as a stack of numbers. That is what should cross between agents, whole
The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached
Edward Sapir, 1929