My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
There may be many a medium to make friends, language but one of them. At the same time, the best language can do is to make a friend.Yes, I agree, Marty.
it can also be a way to keep the friends you make
Profoundly speaking, this is very true, because it was because our ability to communicate with each other, we humans survived, and continue to prosper.
That's a beautiful way of looking at it!
That's simple and yet so profound! It's definetly a means to make connections and friends.
Oooh. How I love language. It's more than a way to make friends to me. It's a way to explore, imagine, show feeling...too many ways to list! But making friends is at the top of the list. :)
Similarity of thinking is a key to friendship. Language is vital to establish and sustain the link... Many thanks
Funny enough, it works just as well for making enemies also!
Language is a beautiful thing indeed! It makes friends, keeps friends and also breaks friendships. It closes the doors we've opened and rights the wrongs we've spoken! :)
Language is a great way to make friends BUT it is also used as a great way to make enemies and to start wars...
Being unable to comment upon a comment (or posted post-it note)), other than to regurgitate some sort of semantic rhyming slang (or drivel), how inappropriate is this to the situation? Ah, but to answer in no uncertain terms in the same manner (or to reply with gusto and verve), how rewarding this is!
Marty, that’s a lovely way to think of language! Unfortunately, that’s not the way it always works, but certainly the way it ought to be. :)
oftentimes the most appreciate piece of language is non-verbal language.
What's all this aphoristic fiddle-faddle interspersed with poetic hogwash! Shouldn't literati-stuff like this be neatly segmented into neat poetic snippets, rather than just slapped down slap-dash, like jingoistic one-liners one after another like sausages in bubble and squeak? At least that would give these lonely one-liners some sort of poetic justification! Who are you anyway to come here, call yourself an "aphorist" and not even say who you are in the blog bio pages? I think that this is just not-on! Who are you anyway, the poet laureate of old New York?Yours sincerely,“Orrid ‘Arry