Naked speech, lyrical diction, the oddly arresting speech of the heart is also a rhetorical form, the style of language that expresses both the recognition of rhetoric and its deliberate abandonment, and that appears to seek to evoke an answering nakedness. There is a premium on this style, it produces an immediate response, seeming to underwrite its own authenticity, and it is an object of yearning and fear. Is it a reawakening of the wish to be in the place where one can be fully understood, where one can  be, as they say, fully oneself? Does this voice evoke an idea of surrendering the burden of pretending, because the mask is no longer needed, because it no longer serves any need? Or does it bring about a change in consciousness, a recollection of how you got here and why? Or is it merely the witness that you are in the presence of a true thing, that you have been worthy of this truth, that you have helped to bring it about - the true thing, no matter what its banal circumstances being something sacred? Consciousness which for all its kaleidoscopic variety, was hitherto taken to be made up of surfaces, like a series of pictures or cinematic images, but is granted now to possess a mysterious dimension of depth. This is the most imposing level of experience, something you engage with not by thought or appetite, but with will on the scale of life itself. And all of this shimmers behind even a facile authenticity, such as we are all such connoisseurs and knowing critics of.