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.
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