People talk too much. They repeat things that were unnecessary the first time. They continue muttering to themselves after they have passed on the message to the others surrounding them. They force people to listen to their pointless rantings simply through the fact that they are pointlessly ranting. For our own protection, we, as humans--as animals--are made to listen and register everything around us.
I just wish more of us could live in silence.
I wonder if so many humans realize the ultimate peace that is found in the quiet. In the allowing space to take it's own and not forcing verbal mechanics into the not-always-large-enough area.
Granted, I am not referring to auditory volume or grandioseness. Contrariwise, I mean the sheer amount of words spoken, muttered, grumbled, made to do work that is left for nothing--was nothing to begin with. Shoved at unlistening ears, left to be gathered and gleaned by those to whom they mean more.
If only I could gather all the crumbled, mis-used words, and protect them in my books.
Maybe my collection here helps in this task.
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