Words –their abundance, their power, their generosity–fascinate me. Bundles and baskets and bushels and bowls and barrels of letters strung together to form meaning. Every word an act of creation. Words are invincible, indestructible. They transport us through time, space, and feeling at snail-like measures or supersonic speeds without ever forcing us to leave our chairs for the experience they offer. They invite us in, close us off from, wrap themselves around us. Hovering. Waiting, perhaps, to protect us from the silence of thought. The cannot be bribed or blackmailed or seduced or ignored or kidnapped or ransomed.  They exist inside of us and beyond us. We have died for them, fought with them, loved with them.


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