Have you ever wondered just how amazing is such a simple thing as communication? Ever since I was young, one thing I’ve loved to do is read. I don’t only love the stories themselves; I’ve always had a love for the printed word. That weird little fetish is part of why I wanted to experience the other end of this bizarre relationship and create some writing of my own.
Our society wouldn’t exist as it is today without written communication. But stop and just think for a moment how weird it is. The writer scribbles or types these odd, squiggly little lines upon the page (or screen or refrigerator magnet or even a convenient highway underpass) then on the other end, perhaps even centuries later, the Reader beholds these bizarre little squiggles.
The squiggles don’t move.
They don’t make any noise.
They don’t do anything except simply exist, and yet as the Reader’s eye moves across them, magic happens. An idea suddenly springs to life in vivid detail. It is happening to you right this second, even if you aren’t really thinking about the process.
I’ve always been completely fascinated by the direct, intimate, one-on-one relationship between Author and Reader. Entire universes can spring to life, and Life itself breathed into a character that only truly exists as an inanimate squiggly line. Each word is a time capsule. An Author long dead can still whisper across Time to tell their story directly to another human, and the story lives forever. (Blogs, however, can sometimes get deleted. Sigh.)
I often fret at the state of our species. Sometimes it seems like we only exist to consume, argue, and reproduce. But then I’ll read something beautiful, from one Creator’s Soul to mine, and my faith will be restored.
The Power of Words is strong indeed.
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