Hold your tongue and listen a minute, to the great avalanche of words entering your ears. Day and night, words are pumping out through mouths in rapid-fire succession. Where once they were used sparingly, and now derelict of truth they spew out faster then a machine gun, with little care and little heart. Most words spoken today are wasted words, as if there were an eternal supply; much like puffs of wind traveling the air and dying off as does smoke, only to have them reaper, ready to again be spoken.
But where do they disappear to? Do they reverberate through the canyons of space like some eternal echo? Do they completely dissolve into emptiness? Do they gather at some cosmic point and mark their selves on some universal, verbal ledger?
Every word spoken and its intent imprints upon the cosmic waters. There every boast, every syllable, every atom of sound lives and follows its path to manifestation. There is no escape, not under the deepest ocean, not atop the highest mountain. It is your breath that breathes them out and they will seek their indented desire.
Thunder is the voice of lighting and responds only to the bolt; never more, never less. What would the world be like if all humans spoke so succinctly?