I once saw Picasso’s La Guernica at the Prado in Madrid, Spain. La Guernica was on display in an annex next to the Prado in Madrid. La Guernica depicts the bombing of a public market in Guernica, Spain, on April 26, 1937 during the Spanish Civil War. The 11′ x 25′ masterpiece portrays the horror of war in abstract black and white. Drawn by the grief of the image, I moved from left to right, slowly reading the story of that tragic afternoon told by disfigured mouths from destroyed faces, transported not by a literal representation of war, but by the cubist recreation of the communal experience. It was like reading a novel. The bull charges while the masses cry out in terror. The lightbulb explodes. It makes me think about the wordlessness of art. It makes me think about the collective nature of wordlessness, and the deep experience I was having in the presence of people from all over the world at that moment. It makes me think of art’s capacity to communicate beyond words.