If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will.
–Leonard Norman Cohen
We think in images and speak with our bodies mostly because we are a visual people, a people of the senses.Our men laugh with their bellies and woo us with sounds like "oohmmmmm."We are sartorial, our humour effortless, without saying much...from "ooo kayy" (which means, you are out of your firetrucking mind to borrow a great word from my fellow writer BC) to the sound effects in conversations, "and just so, she fall down, bradaap."
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