Some time ago I wrote to myself saying “know the word, know the feeling”. I believe this was the catalyst to my growing obsession with words and their origins. What beautiful things. Each of them little gifts. Displayers of life, of possibility. These...things are so magnificent, so sonic, so sensual. The same sentence in different tongues can sound and feel completely different. Even in the same language, said by different dialects have noticeable variation. These words are like elemental crystals, powered by the mind. The more powerful the mind, the more powerful the word. It gives birth to images more intricate than the word itself. The image of course being worth a thousand more words. How can One word give birth to something comprised of even more words? What a primordial force...to have been in the beginning with God, as God. The primary creative energy, The Word.

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