I have decided that words torture me. They swim around in my head like little piranhas attacking each other. One simple word can uplift or sabotage. Not having them is just as bad as having too many. The idea of analyzing sentences as if they make up a looking glass is enough to drive one insane. Look at all the words with which we deal… e-mails, text messaging, blogging, twittering, facebooking… the more significant the printed word becomes is incredibly ironic; whereas technology once was deemed as an emotionless void, it has become the vehicle for all these personal sentiments… the more disconnected we become, the more connected we become through other means… words must be carefully woven not only to make sense, but to convey appropriate meaning, conjure emotion, and free the spirit from the chains within. Words are a responsibility, a privilege, a blessing and a curse. Words are so beautiful but can be so very ugly…
No wonder all the great writers went mad...
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