it was said

The mouth is really amazing. It gives us the ability to talk, to shout, to whisper, and without it, to eat is near-impossible; unless breakthrough scientific findings will suggest that there’s another way of getting our food into our bodies.

The mouth is really dreadful. It gives us heresies, unsolicited gossips, backbites, and without these, life would seem much easier to handle; unless we are as insensitive as a huge rock beneath the crashing waters of the falls.

The mouth is really unbearable. It gives more questions than answers when it is closed, hurting reality when it is opened, and more agonizing guesses when it is half-closed, half-opened; unless we are conceptualized by some divine being without this part of our body there will be no more problem that concerns the truth.

And the upshot is that it was said—nothing more, nothing less—on that uneventful dawn of January 19. The words that came out from that mouth were neither helpful nor flawed. It just left me awfully scared, awfully alone.
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