Marveling at Speech

The exchanging of thoughts through the medium of words is marvelous. By marvelous, I do not mean "awesome" or "great" or "good" or "friggin great" or any other vernacular-ed synonym. (Has anyone noticed how many ways that are to exclaim high approval in our culture?) By marvelous I mean marvelous, that is, worthy of marveling. In short, I think communication is marvelous. When we communicate we take great risks. Mostly, we risk being misunderstood, and thus we also risk being opposed for an untruth, or a misunderstood truth. That we can use words that can be misunderstood is marvelous enough. You would think that the entire point of having words is to avoid miscommunication. The whole point is to communicate! Yet we would probably be a victim of misunderstanding less if we didn't talk at all. But then, we might be taken as anti-social and thus a hater of people. In our refusal to communicate we still communicate.
And one considers this, one must wonder what it even means to be understood, and how one knows that one is understood. Indeed, being understood is something that many of us regard as a rare jewel, and pine for under the assumption that our anxiety and loneliness point to the difficulty of being understood. But if it is possible to be misunderstood, isn't it possible to miss being understood? And instead of our own words being misunderstood, it is us who misunderstand the ability of our own words to communicate truth, making our loneliness a reality worth doubting, since it may be totally based on a misunderstanding of our own ability to communicate.
Silliness?
I don't know. I think it's worth writing.