We share our mortal time and touch, but our words get spirited away. So many shadows between my lips and yours. A chasm filled with one too many spasms of divergent meaning. Open-ended messages subject to radical redactions and revisions by our miscommunications and the mercurial state of the world. Bitter tongues snipe hate speech while serenity dodges sniper bullets. Will we ever heal this disconnection? Not only send true messages across great distances, but also to the person next to us. Oh, bells of mercy, ring a song in our speech. Our mighty chorus of words, a resounding wave of understanding.