Poets are not alone in being enamoured with how words prove consonant with that which they name. February languidly meanders and Jupiter seems perfect choice for a gas giant. Consonants provide a lifetime of sound equations and summations. Glossolalia’s another story. Speakers talk in tongues no-one understands, including themselves, thus contradicting the aural reports of the first Pentecost. No-one knows what month it is or if the words are from Mars. Poets and non-poets alike require new sets of consonants for unknown sounds. Transcription proves impossible, let alone translation, which isn’t to say glossolalia is not consonant with the Spirit.