Words Of Life
Words at times refuse to be announced. They float in mid air awaiting capture whilst still in flight. They lie beneath the surface of the bubbling brook swimming patiently until they are fished out. They parade in the field anticipating the thrust of the rope around their neck as they are pulled in.
They appear in the mist, in the sunshine, in the haze, in the snow storm, in the smoke, in the smog and at any time they will land on the page before your very eyes. Without warning they will strike. Without introduction they will present.
But it is only those whom are aware of the habits of words who will translate the garble into a format that will influence their minds and the minds of others. For there is an ordering that must occur. There is a discipline that must be enforced if any sense is to be made out of the silent commotion that fills our world.
