"COMMUNICATION IS A SHODDILY COBBLED SHOE encrusted with the muddling sludge of time, trampling, and ill wear. We speak of Isis, unaware that, in the vowel-less phonetics of Egyptian hieroglyphs, the symbols of the throne and the loaf that signified her name give us not Isis but Jst. And we speak of Jesus, he of a later mythology; but how many of those who yet kneel unto him know that this is a name that he never would have recognized or answered to, for his name was Yeshua? And we say of any of the elemental turnings of nature that we can "smell it in the air"; yet the word book we might use to more precisely express our perceptions remains unopened by most of us, who with a single word, petrichor, could describe the pleasing scent brought by rain after long days of warm, dry weather. The word was welded from two Greek words, the second of them being ichor, the ethereal blood that ran in the veins of the gods and goddesses. From the first babblings of earliest childhood to the dimwitted pretensions of eloquence uttered in age, we pass most of our lives unable to communicate effectively what we feel, think, or want to say. Like trying to work wood or metal without tools, we can't even articulate our worst stupidities, let alone the few worthy perceptions that attach themselves to us by accident. Uncles helped out posthumously by historians, how many of us can even string together a cogent cheap platitude of parting on our deathbed? The tired saying was all too often true: if you remain silent, people will take you for a fool; if you speak, they will know you to be one.