The Inadequacy of Language

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However much we may claim our proficiency in language, it always falls short of expressing the most important things in life. How many times have we said, 'Lack words to express' or 'Its beyond words'. The most profound or intense emotions, either of happiness or grief are inexpressible in words. The most beautiful relationships bloom in the language of silence and often it's depth is tested in it, where words become superfluous. 

For example see this 20 second silent video below. Try putting the little girls action in words to evoke the same emotions. Impossible!



Having said that, the video's presentation is so layered. While the father is with folded hands and the son plays along with the game, the daughter associates the folded hands at a subconscious level with devotion, love and pure emotion. She looks up at her father and holds the gaze for a couple of seconds, as if to confirm her feelings, and rightly so she can sense the same emotion in his eyes. With this emotional handshake, as if on cue she kisses his folded hands and as a natural extension to it gets up and hugs him. The father then looks at his son and he too can sense the love in his gentle gaze and gets up to join in the hug. 

All actions are slow and there is a certain gentleness about them. The father seems unhurried and seems to have all the time in the world for the children. Just the act of play where the father is with folded hands takes us into a different realm, where love prevails. When the girl kisses the hands, the father is not surprised but takes it as a perfectly natural reaction. It speaks of his understanding, sensitivity and almost felt he anticipated her action.   One cannot mistake the deep underlying love between the three and a feeling of quiet confidence and assurance that it is eternal.


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