Late at night

Here I am again... 2:00 AM, thinking I should actually go to bed.

Words are very powerful, too powerful.

Words are the vessels of our thoughts. We don't think in words, we translate ideas to words, body language, pictures and sounds. Yes, sounds not words. Consider growling and howling, sentences like he did "tchic tchic", or whatever other appropriate sound. But, if to be able to communicate in pictures or in sounds demands certain skills, words are to easy to utter. People can hurt more then they can possibly imagine just by saying the wrong words.

But then again, these "wrong words" aren't truly wrong, are they? These words are uttered in the wrong context, at the wrong time, with the wrong intonation and body laguage. Or am I mistaken?

Maybe some thoughts are there never to be expressed. Some ideas have no right way to be exposed. I don't know, I feel lost.

If some ideas should never be told and have noone "right" to be told to, what is to become of them? Are they doomed to wander my mind forever? Or will I forget about them one day?

Yes, the word is a most powerful vessel. For in one word I can communicate an array of ideas. This word once transferred to my peer allows him to recreate the idea, which is something completely different from what I had in mind. Although, both my idea and the one he reproduced from my word have some common ground both are sometimes irrecognizable for coming from the same source.

Ok, my eyelids are closing, I better go to bed.

Next time maybe we'll talk about forgetting.

Tada for now...Tsvi

(edit 2019): Sometime during 2006, I wrote a few blog posts on a blog which I opened on Blogger. I'm saving these here, just so as to keep things together.