Words are the Authors of those who use them,
“…is the most ridiculous thing I
ever heard. That’s just plain backwards.
Words don’t write a damn thing!
They just sit there and wait to
be read like some little wild
daisy in a field.”
But somebody had to plant that daisy;
“wild or not, and, like the words,
somebody’s gotta pick-um and put em
in a vase with water and place
the vase near sunlight. Otherwise
it’ll just die there in your hand or
be left on the other side of a picnic
and forgotten.”
And what does that say about us?
