There are words that act like leapers spring over time and space. They just jump and cross, indeed, jump, leap a little and cross from a century to another and possibly from a society to an alien culture. So they have no barriers at all.
I’ve got an evidence for such a claim. How many miles are United Kingdom to Iran, in the Middle East? How much time was passed since Mark Twain published ‘Following the Equator’ in 1897?
In the same masterpiece he says, ‘it is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.’
And that’s what we feel today in this part of the world.