people are frequently frustrated by circuitous talk. by poetry, by stories that (apparently) have nothing to say. part of the frustration, admittedly, is warranted, and (believe me) there is frustration bound up within the speaker/writer as well, that he or she cannot deliver the words with the same level of efficiency and pith that is expected by the eyes and ears that will consume it. perhaps a bit of spice would make it go down better, or perhaps turning it into a soup...
the vast majority of the time, however, there is a reason for obfuscating the message... everyone is (to repeat the sin i am trying to explain) an allied prisoner of war in a nazi camp, sending intel out via secret communications. everyone is (METAPHORICALLY!) jesus trying to express a radical truth to fishermen and clumsy sinners. everyone is a nine-holed pearl, or daedalus's labyrinth, and the words that eventually escape must snake through our bowels like a fishing line through a hook...
to put it more bluntly:
1) the truth can rarely be stated directly, because it is, by its very nature, shy and collapsible when pulled out of its depths.
2) the truth must pass the scrutiny of those who would destroy it, usually under the guise of irrelevance or innocence. (WHO?)
3) the truth must tunnel through walls to reach its intended audience, buried so deep within callouses and slumber that it is all but forgotten. (again, WHO?)
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