Desultory Thoughts on Yakity Yak Yak...

Have you ever been an observer? No, I mean REALLY observed people? Imagine sitting in a crowded room, watching people come and go, talking of Michaelangelo as Eliot says. Look at the way they can go on and on and on with inconsequential chitchat! Why do people talk so much? Ever wondered? Could it be because they are uncomfortable with silence? Maybe silence forces them to turn inward and think about deeper matters? Silence...is it a vaccum? A dreaded empty space where one doesn't know what to do? A place that compels one, as it were, to come to terms with who one truly IS? Yes, silence helps one confront one's own conscience, acts, thoughts and what-have-you. No escape from reality. No looking over the shoulder...plain confrontation with one's own self. Brr...scary or what! Talking, well, talking helps you get away from the gnawing that goes on within. It helps one cope, so to speak. Ah! well, everyone needs to cope, after all! So much simpler to let things be, suppress and kill the little voice within than to sit with boring talks with oneself. One could achieve so much with another person instead! Bond, for instance. Have you noticed how everyone wants to bond these days? Whatever happened to the ancient cry of Gnothi Sueton or 'Know Thyself?' Well, who knows and who cares? There is so much to talk about! So much needs to be accomplished...who has time for all this thought?

Silence can kill, did you know that? Ever wondered why they have solitary cells in jails?

Talking also helps one to put ourselves in perspective. Yes, the other person's. Were it not for our talk, however would the other person know who we are, for crying out loud? (Sarcasm intended)

Hasn't talking lost its meaning in all this...umm...talk? Talks meant communication, understanding, discussion... Where has all that disappeared in mouths uttering words that have no meaning? Has knowledge been lost in information? Has communication been lost in yakity yak yak? Indeed, have we lost ourselves?