Talk Talk

Everybody likes to talk. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. The sound of their own voices. So many voices. So many voices, talking louder than the next guy, generally saying very little. 

I don’t like to talk, all the time. Sometimes, I prefer silence, if I had to choose, you know, choose between.

• Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. [The Golden Rule]

• Do unto others as you would have them do unto each other. [Oh yes, those of us who like to watch]

• Do because that is who you are. [Who you know who you are, as per your still, small voice]

Goodness is the meaning of life. Goodness, not truth.

I like to listen, but sometimes I don’t know what I think until I say it. But with everyone talking, who has a chance to say what they mean? The cacophony of voices, everybody wants to be heard. It's all just noise, sometimes, with people thinking they have some thing important to say.

Give me the strong, silent type any day.

And I like to watch, but that is a different story altogether. It tends to be quiet too, though. Just show and tell. Actions rather than words. Just how I like it. Show me how you do it, don’t tell me, although, some dirty talk is always good.