Saturday, November 1, 2008

All about those words, over numbers, unencumbered, numbered words

I love words. I truly believe that language makes up who we are. Without language, there is no sense of self. There is no meaning to love or pain. Nothing.

However, as much as I feel that literature is important to understanding life, ourselves, and those around us, I once heard someone say,

"A book will never make you feel as good, as fast as 'I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.'"

And it's true. There's something about music that touches the deepest part of your soul, but without words, it means nothing. 

1 comment:

b said...

i love books too.
almost as much as i love you.
i rhymed just now.
how now brown cow.