The lurid poses of the letters are provocative in imaginable ways. Only the colors and shapes of lust matter any more. Sweeping storms of commerce and raving trend. Words doom us. So it is good that we are evolving away from them.
Cultures rise like gods and die, only to be reborn as canonized saints.
My forefathers killed you and raped you and stole your horses. My foremothers condemned you in a trial you never attended, never knew of. Words kill our meanings. The periphery stores all information. Direct gaze is uncommon and secondary in use.