There’s a saying here in America that says:
“It goes without saying…”
(and the saying/not-saying never finishes…)
Now, the very first person who uttered that phrase was obviously at a loss for words…They were also, and equally as obvious, uncomfortable in or with the silence…so uncomfortable in the moment(s) their word machine jammed that they still had to say something…and this is what tumbled out…
…“it goes without saying…”
And humankind has been using it ever since…whenever two or more either experienced, witnessed, or engaged in choices that have led them all to the ‘same conclusion’…a conclusion best left conclusively unsaid in that cloud of uncertainty and deniability…
And didn’t some of us just now smile, knowing that that phrase is not often associated with the witnessing of a good thing or a truth or something…nope… that phrase is most often, nearly exclusively, associated with a cover-up arrangement/understanding of some sorts…it is a literal moment of con-spiracy, wherein all involved breathed in a collective understanding…and all, but one, kept the silence…
One breathed out and gave voice to a doubt
Because, if they truly felt that whatever it was a ‘went without saying’ moment, then why are they talking? Only the doubter has a voice…and what does that doubter doubt?…the doubter doubts that every ember of goodness in everyone else’s hearts is as dark as their own…and that goodness would inevitably speak to the truth. And they’re scared to death of the truth. They know it always has a way of popping out.
I want to let us all know that it’s OK. The truth isn’t going to hurt. The truth is what helps. The rest is us loving and caring for us.