Super(less) Sunday

In a way this is a continuation of the post from last night. I’ve picked back up where I left off watching Sherlock. I am quite at a loss for words. I do not like being at a loss for words.

Words are important. When we lose them, we lose something important. Bits and pieces float free to wander not connecting not landing.

Since the dawn of time including all languages, how many words have been spoken? How many words have been written? How many words have been read?

So little being said. So little though flow.

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