Can there be a deadly condition of “too much applause” that is bad for the body and damaging to the community whole? Is it more cruel to sit on your hands and withhold applause — or is it better to applaud to show support and how well mannered you are no matter who or what or why your hands are making sound against each other?
We have a terrible tendency as programmed members of society to voraciously applaud every little fart and burp in the name of celebrity, politics and sports and I wonder why we so aimlessly and automatically join the applause of others?
Why is there such a race between two hands clapping? Do we become our enthusiastic hands even as our spirit dies?
If we clap the loudest, does that mean we are set apart from those who merely clap — but never really applaud?
When our hands become numb and red from over-clapping — have we succeeded only in creating private pain and not a unique, public, celebration?
Applause has become a way for an audience to unduly assert their personality into an event to affect the outcome. Clapping blesses only the famous few; clapping interrupts major speeches; clapping is an overt, partisan, act in what should be universally encouraged competition between athletes.
Violent applause pleases no one and wounds the atmosphere of coming together as a single, cognitive, mob of emotion. One person clapping isn’t an audience and a group of people refusing to applaud sends an ominous and dangerous message that the masses are not pleased.
Applauding is a voice in your wrists, a vote in your hands, and a knife in your fingertips; and we must all begin to re-evaluate how and where we choose to serve up the total emotion of full-body applause.
Do we reserve our loudest exhortations for only those we love and personally know?
Or is it wholly proper to applaud in the abstract for team, country and party?
To applaud for everything renders the acting meaningless; to applaud without devotion is a condemnation against desire; and applause without intent leaves us all directionless and uninspired by the very act that is supposed to lift us up to the heavens in the arms of others.