"Keep your language. Love its sounds, its modulation, its rhythm.
But try to march together with men of different languages,
remote from your own, who wish like you for a more
just and human world."
Helder Camara
As I have aged, I have realized every person has a language known uniquely to himself. It may be words composed of mathematical figures or exclusively developed shorthand. The more artistic may see beyond surfaces into beams of light which radiates indecipherable meaning. Volumes may be heard by the great grandchild through the elder's sigh of only one word.
The spoken word is so beautiful and articulate. The written word offers freedom and fantasy. The deepest form of language may be found, however, in the acts of kindness towards one's self and strangers. The unspoken word held captive escapes through body language of judgment or acceptance. Our heart can radiate heat or turn a sensitive woman stone cold.
Constant awareness and deep respect for differences help us to see into the eyes of the beholder to his words of love. Through the eyes we by-pass gender, nationality, deformity or airs of superiority. We see into the heart of the matter without barriers of accent, sound or mutation. It is important to be familiar with our unique and intimate words so that they can be resonated out into the world.
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