Has it ever happened to you, that you were talking to someone, and suddenly you realize that you weren't listening to a single word that was being said?
Oh, it has.
Well, was it ever because you were marveling at how this person talked? Was it because you couldn't help but fall so in love with each word that fell out, that you forgot to comprehend them?
If so, you'd be where I am now.
Because once that phone-call was over, I couldn't help but smile at the irony that glared me full in the face.
I used to believe that words were just for the transfer of ideas, and that these ideas were what was really important and that words were just a means to an end. But this incoherent exchange of syllables ha made me wonder if it was ever that words that I should have paid attention to, because they made me so overwhelmed, the likes of which ideas have been able to accomplish only sporadically.
Maybe it is about the words, and maybe it is about the voice. Perhaps there is more to it that just modulated tones and overtones. Hmm.
Funny how such a little thing can shake the foundations of your worldview. Doesn't happen everyday, does it?
