A word is an ephemeral thing. Just a certain combination of gurglings in the right order, sung with the proper melody. Like so many tweets of a talented mockingbird. But a word can raze a wall; it can destroy a city. It can make a man leave his family, climb up on top of 20 tons of flammable, putrified dinosaur, and ride the modern beast with the ancient diet requirements to another world. It can keep a man silent who's being pressed to death. It can make anything. It can destroy anything.
8 September 2009
Old Zionsville, PA, USA
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