When a baby discovers his sound, he shrieks to hear himself shatter his silence. One day he decides there is a difference between having something to say and having something that needs to be heard. And on that day he chooses his words, he lowers his voice, he enunciates his positions, and he makes certain his consonants resonate with a constancy that will remain to cement his belief.
So his tongue crosses each T and dots each I.
He is a man. And he is heard.