I guess that I am sentimental in a way! I feel sad about the loss of a single language, not because I feel that a way of thinking is lost, but because a unique expression of the (infinite?) ways that human language can take form is buried.
But I think that this has been happening from the beginning, and it is just part of the ephemeral nature of human experience, and I guess that makes it all the more precious.
But, in truth, it is impossible to keep a language alive, because it is not static, and subsequent speakers, native or not, will surely change it into something different!
It’s like an old house being torn down, not matter the state of its repair, there is something, some history or memory, that will never be known again.
Sitran