There are three levels of verbalisation.
One which is vocalised for all to hear. This would be the one that gives an impression of ourselves to the world. It is often used as a yardstick to gauge our levels of education, our politics, our upbringing, class and creed. The spoken words in this category are guarded and carefully worded so as not to jeopardise one's own image. It is our way to engage with the world which would compartmentalise us into our pigeon holes.
The second level of spoken words is the one uttered amongst immediate relatives and close ones. Here, the words are less guarded, but still, a certain amount of restraining is always exercised so as not hurt the sentiments of the people around us. We also take into consideration that the younger ones are watching (and listening). We have to be careful with his choice of words to a certain extent. Sometimes emotion takes charge to prove a point. The threshold to lose our composure is lower as we are in the comfort of familiar surroundings and we can exert our authority.
The final level of communication is the unabated one when one engages in a soliloquy with no-holds-barred. All the deep-seated personal disappointments and frustrations may be outpoured with no one to judge. It is an opportune time to re-evaluate, re-strategise and re-brand. This form of introspection can be cathartic. This must be the significance of the signage at the entrance to the Temple of Apollo in Greece - Know Thyself.
This similar level of sensory input can be appreciated in other senses as well. We look, see and perceive. We hear, listen and understand. We feel, empathise and quiver. We touch, feel and cringe. We taste, wink and puke.
N.B. Living in a society is an art of dodging and hypocrisy. People who say the right thing but mean the wrong thing is elevated but the individuals who say the wrong things but mean well get the boot. Everyone has to be politically correct all the time to protect the voiceless minority. We cannot call a spade a spade all the time. Sometimes we have to call it a shovel and on other occasions a scoop!
One which is vocalised for all to hear. This would be the one that gives an impression of ourselves to the world. It is often used as a yardstick to gauge our levels of education, our politics, our upbringing, class and creed. The spoken words in this category are guarded and carefully worded so as not to jeopardise one's own image. It is our way to engage with the world which would compartmentalise us into our pigeon holes.The second level of spoken words is the one uttered amongst immediate relatives and close ones. Here, the words are less guarded, but still, a certain amount of restraining is always exercised so as not hurt the sentiments of the people around us. We also take into consideration that the younger ones are watching (and listening). We have to be careful with his choice of words to a certain extent. Sometimes emotion takes charge to prove a point. The threshold to lose our composure is lower as we are in the comfort of familiar surroundings and we can exert our authority.
The final level of communication is the unabated one when one engages in a soliloquy with no-holds-barred. All the deep-seated personal disappointments and frustrations may be outpoured with no one to judge. It is an opportune time to re-evaluate, re-strategise and re-brand. This form of introspection can be cathartic. This must be the significance of the signage at the entrance to the Temple of Apollo in Greece - Know Thyself.
This similar level of sensory input can be appreciated in other senses as well. We look, see and perceive. We hear, listen and understand. We feel, empathise and quiver. We touch, feel and cringe. We taste, wink and puke.
N.B. Living in a society is an art of dodging and hypocrisy. People who say the right thing but mean the wrong thing is elevated but the individuals who say the wrong things but mean well get the boot. Everyone has to be politically correct all the time to protect the voiceless minority. We cannot call a spade a spade all the time. Sometimes we have to call it a shovel and on other occasions a scoop!
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