Email, text messages, snapchats, memes, and vines, all redefine…short speak – text speak -IG- Kik me…but never do we employ quality face-time.
You see, communication has been robbed of its luster…no longer do we pontificate, or elaborate in the predicate, or permeate in the state of present progressive…
We no longer say, Alas! Nonetheless, whithersoever, or, heaven doth shower thee with unmatched appeal; instead, there is a message in your inbox that reads: I’m kind of feeling you, are you feeling me? Or maybe they’ll like every picture as they follow you from behind a screen.
We no longer stand atop elevated ground, in the fashion of Captain Morgan, one leg propped up, the other planted – chest puffed up, crowd anticipating greatness; and with bellowed proclamation, and probably profound prose, girded with alliteration, begin by saying, “Ode to communication…” which by the way is the genesis of any great oration.
So, ode to communication, for she is queen, and when used effectively, in totality, even skeptics believe. She is more than mere diction, more than ossified words. She is tone and inflection, physical participation…annunciation…
She is the medium by which each life must imprint its brushstroke on this infinite canvas. She is the broker of deals, the adhesive of relationship, the infectious passion after an idea is conceived.
She can invoke life, yet she has left many deceased; so I implore you all to exercise….exercise the gift of effective communication, for time is transcended, and when the declaration has ended, she lives in the inspiration and transformation of all who heard and listened.