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Language is a virus

"Speech should be clear, beautiful, the words forming pleasing designs like necklaces of marigolds with sharp links, with the scent of earth and sun and the essence of man; but what is the purpose of speech? It flows endlessly, saying nothing, tattered words at bargain prices, a grand retail sale of banalities, with a red flag serving as a lure, the total liquidation of the spirit."

What is madness but a vivid glimpse into the human factory where the limbs are pasted to the body and the attitudes stapled in the head, and the self labeled--all long before the inspection which decides the 'perfects', the 'substandard', the 'rejects'.

Truth may be a vast ocean within reach of all but how genuine are truths that have been drawn from the ocean, distilled, bottled, flavored, diluted, chilled, boiled, in fact adulterated with the potion of ourselves?