Reading is different.
When you read something is different than when you hear people say something or when you see happen a moment. Reading has one of its components without intimate rivals, which leaves you with the impulses of your brain. Often what you read is a bit 'less obvious things you can hear you say, and not just because ' Verba volant, scripta manent ', but mainly because it seems damn hard to talk. The speech is a direct transitive, ie assumes contextual involvement of the sender and recipient of the message, as well as various sensory perceptions. How many times have you had, properly prepared and revised, the best speech of your life in mind, and then you could not say even one of those words that seemed so simple in their perfection? Or how many times have you remained silent and paralyzed in the face of something too good to be an appropriate response? The presence of others inhibits us, for many reasons that are not able to justify.
But when you read a message or a letter you are alone. A solitude more or less natural and more or less sophisticated, but allows us to react freely and consistently with our instincts. Only with our weaknesses feared, our foolish pride, our intimacy untouchable. With time to think or not think, without focusing to reduce or mask. Joy or rage alike.
The fact remains that say it out is a gauntlet that I can not collect.
Reading is different.
