Wordless

The cry and the laugh, a window into realm beyond the verbal. The dimension  of the unspoken. Where words are insufficient  replaced with spontaneous reaction from within. The hysteria of the weeper, the cackling of the hysterical wordlessly transmit the state of their emanator. A departure from the world of the word to the world of the unwordable.

The calm of the smile the anger of the scorn. The dread of fear the anguish of loss. The elation of triumph the radiance of the holy. The bravery of the stoic the smug of the coward. The depth of the wise the hollowness of the fool. The purity of the innocent the filth of the guilty. The passion of the lover the lust of the sinner. The power of the mighty the feebleness of the weak. The faith of the believer the apathy of the non. The bliss of the youth the sobriety of the elder. All transmitted by the contours of the countenance.

A picture captures a thousand words or perhaps depicts an imaginary, non existent reality. A space where words would only diminish the magnitude of the image. Oh how deep is the declaration of the undeclared. A stratum of humanity deserving relegation to the sublime. Moments that exhaust our capacity of speach. Moments that surpass the reach of articulation.


But alas the human propensity to abuse and defile. Utilizing our nuclear arsenal frivolously and flippantly. Dipping deep into our storehouse of expression for vanity and self aggrandizement. A realm reserved for the lover’s gaze, the mentor’s care and the teacher’s pedagogy. A dimension where friends (like Jobs’) telepathically connect. A bond so bound words need  not be uttered. Profaned by its beholder to asunder. To distance and widen to breach and fissure the nexus once held. Friendships abandon covenants no longer upheld. All conveyed by the same contours of the almighty’s gift  to mankind.