We’ll never learn from each other if we can’t speak without fear we’ll be attacked for saying a word that, for some unspecified reason, at some unspecified time, and from some unspecified arbitrator, was decided unfashionable.
An unsuspecting person tricked into eating Dots might pick up a red Dot and think, “Oh, yum, strawberry!” only to put it in their mouth and taste DESPAIR.
Love is potent, to be used carefully and wisely and only in the right doses and at the right time.
The problem with so much sound is that it is undoubtedly accompanied by a lot of other things: stuff, things to look at, things that can’t be looked away from. I add sound to the sound in attempt to block out the sound, which of course doesn’t work. Instead it just splices my attention further.