Friday, October 06, 2006

WORDS ABOUT WORDS

I'm a writer. I delight to write. Words are my stock in trade. They were made to convey what's happening in the world today, telling stories of past glories, selling merchandise, apologizing, compromising, making nice, breaking ice, being precise.

Without words we couldn't sing melodies, define theories, possibilities, utter inanities, Without words put together, we couldn't discuss weather. There'd be no dictionary, no Stephen King and all the things he makes scary, no Shakespeare and his Romeo, no Poe, no plot that thickens, no Charles Dickens, no Bible, no libel, no rhyme, what's worse, no verse.

I'd be unable to debate, to state views on news I choose to discuss. Why a fuss about words granted us to tell the truth as it is writ or lie and cheat a little bit? Words give sounds their meaning in spite of "uhs" and "you knows" intervening, They form expressions, relieve depressions, reveal emotion, profess devotion, describe motions of the oceans.

Politicians could not deny, imply or falsify what they said they didn't say. You know why? There'd be no words to judge them by. There'd be no pencils, pens or ink to reveal what we think. No typewriters, no type. No DVDs, CDs, tape recorders. No stores taking orders for best sellers, no story tellers or bad spellers. There'd be no confessors, word processors or English professors, no yes sirs, no sirs, second guessers.

One final note: Computers could not compute. They'd all be mute,

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