Words cannot express

I've been wanting to talk about the work (Meisner work--from now on, that's what I mean when I say "the work") less and less lately.  As in, speaking with someone about it, verbalizing my thoughts on it.  It's funny, before I found this work, I wanted to talk about acting all the time, discuss theory and dissect the process.  But now, to talk about The Work, to try to articulate my experiences with it through spoken language, feels almost dirty.  It feels guilty and shameful, as if I'm betraying the work, myself, and everyone who is dedicated to it.  It's very strange.  My experiences with it continue to be so powerful, I feel that if I talk about it, I objectify it.  

I can say this about the class: I've never had an acting ("acting" no longer feels like an adequate word...) class with such a minimal amount of talking about the work.  So much doing.  There's an unspoken understanding that there's no need to discuss it.  The work is so human--so honest, so personal, so genuine, real, vulnerable, that discussion is not necessary.  Everyone in the class understands it--it's a visceral understanding--no need for words.  They just complicate things.  It's all so unbelievably beautiful--human and beautiful.  

Thank you, Sandy.  I owe my life to you.  Words cannot express.