A Game of Charades

It struck me, the other day, how much Life is like a game of cha­rades, in which we’re forced to find the Word hid­den within Her images, both real and imag­i­nary, to avoid giv­ing flesh to His neme­sis, Instinct. In our inabil­ity to inter­pret the lan­guage of the body, are we dri­ven to act instinc­tively, to live out what we see rather than what we hear. For we’ve never been taught how to lis­ten to our­selves or seek the coun­sel of our own fac­ul­ties. Lured by the attrac­tive­ness of Life’s images, we let the mul­ti­tude, rather than the One Voice, inter­pret them for us, pre­fer­ring to live as our ani­mal ances­tors have always lived, under the tyranny of Instinct. In our fail­ure to real­ize that She must be obeyed, one way or the other, are we forced to live out the cha­rade instead of the truth.