I've thought about this a lot since I read this meditation. I do see your point. I was raised as a writer, told that the pen likes me, but I find the longer I am chained to these gifts the more I lob the internal tennis ball around the playing field of silence, language, meaning and the emotive spaces in and around forms of expression. There is no net in that analogy. There are no adjectives in this response. So far.There is also no way that I want to "chat" online anymore, because as a form of conversation it undermines the tone of my voice, no matter how stripped of old linguistic qualifications the typed phrases are in their bite-sized format. The truth is: my feelings are far more sublime and unconditional than my words. However, unconditional and sublime are descriptives too, so you see I really am better off saying nothing. However, I am not sorry I honored your piece with more words. Telepathing this would not have worked.