All creatures communicate with one another in some form. Cases have been made that the ability to communicate exists even in trees and plants. Animals and insects—elephants, bees, ants,whales, dolphins, other primates have developed the ability to effectively communicate basic information such as needs, fears, and emotions with others of their kind. But only Man—unless there is something we don't know yet—is the only one to have developed the skill on so many levels.  

Each of our basic means of communication—speech, music, writing, art—has it's own place in our culture and in our lives, and each has its own unique power. Museums are devoted to those inanimate objects which speak clearly and often with great emotional eloquence to us, and present a singular view of our cultural history—though largely without words or speech. The oldest and most universal form of human communication is, of course, music, which speaks a non-verbal language which all can understand. Mankind has been making music for far longer than history can record, and unquestionably predates spoken languages. We were scrawling on cave walls and making small figures out of stone and clay from our caveman days while our verbal communication skills were barely developing.

The development of spoken words and their gradual evolution into language is what truly branched us off from the other animals. Transforming spoken words into symbols others could understand—writing—is a relatively new method of communication in the overall span of our existance, but it is words, and especially the written word, which enable us to record our past, and therefore are unquestionably the single most powerful form of communication available to our species.

Today we are inundated, often overwhelmed, by the various methods of communication, and the advances of technology have exponentially exacerbated the situation. Every day of our lives we watch TV, or listen to music, or read, or email, or text, as well as communicating verbally with those around us.

But, technology's bells and whistles aside, probably the most basic of all form of human communication remains words. We almost never stop to consider, even for a moment, how vital language and written words are, not only to our species but to us as individual humans. There are those few of us who cannot read, or cannot speak, or cannot hear, but even they are nonetheless surrounded by words and language in some form and develop their own variations to convey thought among themselves, and are thereby not cut off from the rest of humanity.

Words appeal primarily to our intellect; music and art, the other major and undeniable forms of communication, appeal to our soul.

Words and music are the most naturally compatible forms of communication, and again we never give a moment's thought to how astonishing the ability to combine the two is. The incredible power of combining words and music to appeal to our emotion is all around us, and never more so evident for Americans than during a patriotic sing-along during 4th of July celebrations.

But the glorious power of words to move us, in songs, poems, stories and novels, is vastly under-appreciated. Words have the power to create mental pictures as vivid and beautiful as any painting, or as powerful as any sculpture. Writers are, in fact, artists who use words the way painters use colors, subtly shading or harshly contrasting, smoothly blended or rough-textured, and after having painted his/her word picture, becomes a type of sculptor, going back over the work to chisel away sections or paragraphs or sentences here, gently using a fine chisel to smooth out a word or phrase there. 

There is of course simply not enough time allotted to us to be able to fully appreciate everything in our lives that deserves appreciation, but to take a moment, every now and then, to give thought to one or two of them—to know that they are there and to realize the purposes they serve—cannot help but enrich our lives.

Dorien's blogs are posted by 10 a.m. Central time every Monday and Thursday. Please take a moment to visit his website ( and, if you enjoy these blogs, you might want to check out Short Circuits: a Life in Blogs (, which is also available as an audiobook (

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Comment by koshersalaami on June 8, 2015 at 8:19am
Under appreciated?

Are we annoyed that not enough people are reading our blogs?
Comment by Dorien Grey on June 8, 2015 at 8:21am

LOL! You nailed it, Kosher. I majored in Pout with a minor in Snits.'

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on June 8, 2015 at 6:41pm

The problem with Communication overflow is sorting the stuff that brings something to the table from the stuff that's all "Look at me! Look at me!"   I was catching up on the Comics last Sunday when I ran across something that was not only funny (a rarity in contemporary Comic Strips) but also addressed our confusion and disdain for communicating, so I posted this:

...Communication, Mediation and Dispute Resolution.

How's that for "Look at me! Look at me!" and maybe killing two birds with one stone...

R&L ;-D

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on June 8, 2015 at 7:31pm

with what William james called the blooming buzz of confusion coming into our senses

and perceptive facility

and soul

at every moment, yes, I  agree fretfully with this:

There is of course simply not enough time allotted to us to be able to fully appreciate everything in our lives that deserves appreciation, but to take a moment, every now and then, to give thought to one or two of them—to know that they are there and to realize the purposes they serve—cannot help but enrich our lives

Comment by Julie Johnson on June 8, 2015 at 8:49pm

When and where I grew up, it was sooooo quiet.  In the country, no phone, no television and lowered voices.  We read books, and spoke sign to keep ourselves occupied.  Every now and again, I think about those days, and I do appreciate the different methods of communication.  Every now and again, I still shut them all off.  Every one, even the refridgerator, with that electronic hum.  Hi Dorian!  

Comment by Dorien Grey on June 9, 2015 at 5:44am

Thanks to everyone who took the time to respond to my blog. I very much appreciate hearing your thoughts and reactions.




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