words, I have often called them my greatest friends and worse enemies and they are. they are friends as I love reading and writing and at times I don’t hate to speak. the spoken words are often a enemy of mine, they are difficult to use and to understand at times. speaking in public frightens me beyond believe and often I get lost in a river of words.
words are on its own just lines on paper or sound in air but because they are putting out there the most precious gift of humanity- our thoughts-they are powerful. a single word can sometimes do damage more then a 100 sticks ever could, words can kill. on the other side a word can also lift us up like nothing else could, a kind word can save a life.
because of words ideas can be shared and there for people can form collectives to form better and new ideas, this is how the mega-evolution of humanity came to be (I think) through words we are the masters of the little blue thing we like to call home.
its not wrong to stop and realise that, I think and maybe we should honour the person who formed the first words.. and the person who understood them.