It is time to write something- something satisfying to me if to no one else. What is it-the need to express oneself? perhaps it is the delight, surely confined to humans, of stringing words together- lovely words, naughty words ,meaningless words, strings of unconnected word like for example- lust,------------------------------------------ blackmail ,permeable,unforgettable,everlastng.serendipity. What fun to roll these lovely words off our tongues, savouring the sound of vowels and strong consonants. Do other animals have this joy? I think not though we don't know. Today my friend and I watched two male ducks- drakes I think they are called, quacking to each other, quite a sustained conversation though the sounds never varied, just quake quack, quack. Perhaps our dull sense of hearing did not catch the subtle nuances of duck language, but I really think humans are unique in the infinite variety of their sounds of speech. Anyway my friend decided the drakes were gay-two handsome beautiful gay drakes conversing together as they lazily paddled through the stream. I’ve just been listening to a Leonard Cohen concert recorded on Skye in the seventies and there is a human being who loves words-stringing words, word pictures, loving words ,sensuous words. Words fall off his tongue in a beautiful variety of sounds and meanings filling our lives with endless sensations of joy and sorrow and the infinite variety of Cohen craziness. How lucky we are to have this wonderful vehicle- the vehicle of words and how lucky we are to have a Leonard Cohen to string them together for us. Thank you for listening to me--- and so I bid you goodnight dear readers.
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