My take: were there evah such a un-gaggable
inner-mutterings blabber? It. would. be. so-O V E R . . . for homo-sap's yammering glut, on a defenseless planet.
In hours.. chaos ... days.. massive Not-working of much/most? techno.. ... weeks: hunger, thirst, mob-scenes..
(safer? because the cacophony whelms.)
I mean only: We ARE the Lying-est animal extant; every utterance, from I Do. through RIP. [mofo..] generates the 'better-Not-be-translated!' inner-chartter.
No? [mofo.. ...]