Last night I woke with a sudden surprising insight, “Of course self-dialogue is as concealed and revealing as dialogue with others. How else could we be surprised by sudden insight?”

A sudden insight about sudden insight spoke to me out of myself. It could have been said to me by a friend in dialogue, with the same result. It spoke to a part of me who was primed by trouble, and ready to hear what it had to say.

It did not need electrical charges or chemical reactions, nor electromagnetic waves or psychic aether, nor ghosts or presences.

One ready to say, one ready to hear, two married in common understanding: words were sufficient.

Language is a miracle.