It goes without saying.

I am waaaay too verbose.
Sometimes it just gives people the wrong idea about me.  Sometimes it truly clouds the issue.  I will begin with a warm fuzzy and after explaining, end up creating diversity.  Then I say -later of course- why did I do that?  I am a ramifier.  That's part of my intrinsic make up.  I tear things apart mentally and then hopefully bring them back together with depth and clarity.  Yeah, sometimes I forget the parts.  Especially the 'sweet' parts that I intended from the beginning.
One time I went to visit my sister.  When I arrived at her house, her car was sitting hood up with a string of parts in a long line on the ground beside it.  She was putting in a new something or other (my mechanical lingo) and her way of not losing or misplacing anything was to put every screw and bolt, every little piece and part in a line the way she took it off.  Then, when she put it back together, she reversed the order.  My obvious question was "What if one of the kids or their friends kicks a piece out of line and puts it back in the wrong order?"  Her reply was "They don't."  No funny stories, no exceptions.
I wish my mental mechanics worked that way.  Other ideas always come in and kick my pieces around.  Maybe that's why I like poetry so much.  I list the things that are important to communicate in the poem and when the words start coming, that list keeps me honest and true.  Of course, sometimes I'm working and a poem just writes itself in my head.  I have my word processor in my tray so I can get to it quickly.
I'm reminded of the time when my mom and dad bought a new 'record player - radio'.  It was so cool.  Mom liked new and modern.  It didn't go with anything we had stylewise, but it was cool.  It changed the records for you -yeah.  It would play record after record in the order you put them onto the little metal rod.  Okay, I'm old.  But it was cool.  One day I took it apart just because I was bored.  Needless to say, I was alone.  I didn't put the parts in the order I took them off.  I just scattered them around and relied on my own fantastic memory and intellect.  When I put it back together, it looked fine.  It worked ah- somewhat differently than before.  I didn't have any pieces left over.  I didn't have time to take it apart and 'fix' it.  Frankly, I wouldn't have known what to fix.  My mom was baffled.  "Why is it doing that?"  But that was in a day when you didn't just box it back up and take it back to the store if it still operated.  I didn't have anything to say.
My thoughts are sometimes like that record changer.  All the stuff is there.  It still works, but not the way it should.  People get offended.  I love reading Paul's letters to the churches because he does this and I understand.  He gets to writing, chases a rabbit and a squirrel, and comes back to the subject he started with a wrap up.  Some of the squirrel chasing becomes our fondest passages.  We can lose the whole point if we aren't astute.
Today I was listening to a very inspiring piece of music which was true and functional in the spiritual realm and my mind began to ramify.  I found myself taking it apart and ready to criticize because a point was left out -an important consideration which made no difference to the message of the song.  Should the writer have clarified?  My conclusion after some thought is 'no'. 
I'm reminded of a verse where Paul told his readers.  We are not going back into all the workings of redemption because you already know that.  We are moving on...(my wording: you can't reference that statement, but its in there)  See how I am?????
I need to accept that some things go without saying just fine.  I should not try to preclude every possible question.  If a person has a misunderstanding, hopefully he or she will bring that up and I can explain.  For the rest of you, the player will work just fine.  But life may lack a little interesting quirk here and there.