The pursuit  of description engages and overcomes  the possibility of
faliure (to describe). If something is worth pursuing it means it
matters.  Ergo   “it's just  too beautiful for words”  causes  things
to disappear.  You think I am taking this too far. Good. Then we are on
the same page.


If a tree falls in the forest and If nobody saw it or heard it fall
then did it? We have an obligation, to share what we see.  It did. The
act of sharing is as important as the information it carries:    the
action of description and acknowledgement  is  the greatest gift of
language.  The first words of a child are often the description and
realisation  of some body.   Imagine it did not speak because the world
was too beautiful for words.


But the child does speak and therein its power. And in the relatively
recent story of colonisation language was the first to be taken from
the children of  indigenous peoples. The languages of the Inuits,  here
in Greenland taken by the Danes, the language of the aborigines taken
by the English, the language of the Kenyan peoples, in east Africa
taken by the english.

This is why I blog.  I never had  family.   I blog because it gives me
a point of record  or reference that I was alive  at any given time.
 In acknowledging the disappearance of the ice from our earth: in

blogging,  a simple act of description, we are acknowledging that they
were there. Did the tree fall in the forest though nobody saw it or
heard it. It did, cause I did,  I saw it.   And if I don't say it now
there'll be none left to fall.  And what was the first word of the
child? And why did it matter?