Vapid Words of Torpidity

My wife has an extraordinary love for language, a love enhanced when she recently received the genius edition of Magnetic Poetry as a gift.  Magnetic Poetry is the whimsical refrigerator wordgame requiring you to form fun and imaginative sentences so the occasional refrigerator-reading guest in your home can exclaim with delight, "My, you are so clever!"  The genius edition contains words that require a thesaurus within arm's reach unless your last name is Melville or Twain.  I nibbled at the edges of intellect as I tried to form sentences of brilliant depth and meaning.  "Hence, the arid boor expunged fecund platitudes" is just one example of my tiny efforts.  As you can tell, successful word blends require careful consideration and deliberate thought.

What if each word we said was handpicked carefully, piecing together sentences with as much deliberation as a celebrity chef selecting the right spice?   I have to admit, I'm discouraged by our verbose zeal.  Eager to make our opinions count, we weigh in with haste, slathering the tongue with temerity.  The real national tragedy is the obtuse fusillade of weightless words in the midst of heartbreak.

This might just seem like a pithy admonition for "Argue less, listen more," but isn't it better stated "Talk less, listen more?"

In the Book of Job, Job's friends said a mouthful oblivious to God's context.  In 2013, why not resolve to be slow to speak?  Now that's a tough resolution for us all!