"Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?"
That may be true of some, but I saturate those moments in words, every word a filing card, a reference - to remember. History is not what happened. It is what is remembered and recorded. I remember. And I am careful to note everything
- the texture of dry skin and tiny ridges of fingerprints; eyes of light, eyes of darkness; the small inclination of a head at a thought; the slight shift of shoulders, relaxing or tensing. I need to remember, and at those moments - of quiet companionship, of a speeding of my heart at new realisations, of loss or care - at those moments I pour words like water, tell everything. To remember, yes. But also to share. That you have reference cards as well, to remember if you use them. Words are anchors, scarcely existent, yet they are more concrete, more sure than simple sensory experiences. And they add, enrich, deepen - to let you see through my mind as well as my eyes, to feel through my mind as well as my hand. With their inherent weight of metaphor, words render those meaningful moments not only moving, but moments of communion, knowing and tenacity.Name: John H. Holliday, DDS.
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