It’s weird. Like, “I read it in his voice” could imply you “tried” to do it conciously. Like I could imagine it as a clown monologue or Goofy saying it. But for me (and possibly for you as well), the voice just happened, as if they were talking to you. No concious choice was made. And all because we looked at a bunch of squiggly lines that have meanings only to the people who know them. And through that meaning they seem to be carrying the voice of the person himself and a recognizable piece of themselves (of their personality, their soul).
It’s weird. Like, “I read it in his voice” could imply you “tried” to do it conciously. Like I could imagine it as a clown monologue or Goofy saying it. But for me (and possibly for you as well), the voice just happened, as if they were talking to you. No concious choice was made. And all because we looked at a bunch of squiggly lines that have meanings only to the people who know them. And through that meaning they seem to be carrying the voice of the person himself and a recognizable piece of themselves (of their personality, their soul).
The human mind is fucking weird man.