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What We Have Here is Failure to Communicate


Language, they say,
Is a lot like love. Words are
Like the flood of a lover's emotions,
Upon seeing her walk through the door,
Rushing forth without knowing
Whither it comes and whither it goes,
Sweetly pouring in such sweet talking,
Paused by a smile or
Held by a kiss, when the medium
is the message and words
are no more.


The average person uses around 16,000 words a day. Yet seldom do we say anything.


I love talking but I am not talkative. Actually, I am the silent type. If I don't have anything to say, I listen. If I have something to say, I listen more. Then sometimes, when given the chance, I talk.


Chesterton is supposed to have said that hell is being happy and not having anyone to tell about it.


Two ears, one mouth. --Greek proverb


When I was on vacation, I noticed two men, Koreans I think, who were talking to each other the whole day; first by the pool, then by the restaurant, then at the beach. It seemed that they didn't tire each other out and that they had infinite things to say. I envied them. I wish I could speak Korean.


I loved taking Communications classes when I was in college. I took up communications theory, visual arts, introduction to journalism, business journalism, and instructional television production. From these classes, I learned how to say what I wanted to say. But it was in philosophy where I found what I wanted to say. Then in my management classes I learned that packaging is as important as the product. Finally it was in blogging that I found a medium. I was a Management in Communications Technology major.


"And so I confess and sadly see / Where word breaks off no thing may be" --Stefan George


Aristotle rightly said that speaking is nothing but thinking aloud. What you say or do not say mirrors your ability or inability to think.


"Words, not words" --Heidegger


"When a castaway starts talking out loud because he's all alone on his island, well, how different is that from praying?" --Unknown (with thanks to Franco B.)


"When you meet a swordsman, draw your sword: Do not recite poetry to one who is no a poet." --Cha'an Buddhist classic (with thanks to Franco B.)


Rule of fiction writing: "Show, don't tell!"
Rule of essay writing: "Tell, don't show!"
Rule of thinking: "Listen, don't speak!"


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