We are the divine essence of all things. The essential and existential nature by which we perpetuate ourselves is always at work in processing the format that engages our moral sense of self. This is important in order to exhibit the diametrically opposing intrigues. These culminate in the legendary and worthy anecdotes of a life that is worth living.
The emittance of speech filled with diatribe injures the perpetrator and the listener, for the sense of self becomes a foray for discordant and insidious babble. We are weakened, as a community of souls, by an incessant flow of useless language that seeks to destroy rather than uplift our spirits.