aaghWords are rash, emotional things ruled by sovereign, bipolar grammar, an implacable tyrant who refuses to let them spell themselves or be used as reflexive pronouns.

Words are flirting, flitting lights bending ideas into love letters, classic literature and employee manuals.

Words are weapons, balms and salves – the elixir  and carcinogen of wounded souls.
Words are tools in the hands of a craftsman who will never truly know if you understand what he has created, but will watch in wonder as you make more of it than he could have ever imagined. 
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