Language is a funny thing in some ways, the more it expands the more confusion and misinterpretations there can and will be.
Some languages are referred to as romantic and others guttural or even primitive, depending on birth language and culture.
There’s a lot to be said for what is known among the nations as hand talk, or in the movies sign language.
American sign language is more expansive but I believe there is an inherent simplistic beauty and efficacy in hand talk that makes it more difficult to misunderstand – it was something of a universal language among the nations that afforded the opportunity to communicate, exchange news, and trade.
I’ve been gifted many things culturally, among them the ability to engage in hand talk as taught to me by grandfather and grandmother.
There have been times, maybe practice sessions when I was younger and throughout my life when during the course of a day an appreciable amount would be spent hand talking, no words, and no misunderstandings.
As complicated as today’s world is and the overwhelming emphasis placed on the spoken and written word it wouldn’t meet the same requirements it once did, and even though I’ve probably “spoken” more words in this blog than I have in a comparable number of years silence doesn’t bother me.
I believe there are times when more is said in the silence of a look or touch than words are capable of – a sort of spirit talk when one spirit reaches out to another, touches the other, and speaks a language all their own.