And for my next act I commit to create without need of reward; for when proceeding in order that I might merely experience there is within me a sense of joy without cause, a chorus of applause, bravo!, and encore!
Conversations go both ways. I express, you acknowledge, we exchange and repeat maintaining a semblance of subject matter continuity. Mutually understood energy in form, the word, and in motion, the expression. But what if one of us couldn't speak or we didn't share language. Could we still communicate? Would it be a conversation? I had a pair of roommates in Los Angeles, a couple, male and female. When they met, he spoke zero English, she the same amount of Spanish. Yet they've been together almost every day after that first time walking by each other in a Las Vegas shopping mall. We need very little to understand each other deeply. Sometimes less is more.