Thoughts on Words

Words can’t die or cry,

can’t be beaten or hurt,

can’t be happy or loved.

Words come from our lips, our minds and hearts, but they are no more apart of us than the pen I write with or the clothing on my back.

Words are tools; admittedly tools that are of no use to fools, but tools they are. Perhaps the only non-physical tool we have. Clothing, make-up and hair style are all physical tools to express ourselves.

Words I dare say are our greatest tool. They make songs, speeches, theatre and prose. They incite love, passion, anger and greed. They are the essence of self expression. Even when we do not speak them.

The beauty of words is that we think with them. There is the common question ‘what language do you think in?’ Therefore words are in essence – self.

Some food for thought- before language existed, what language did we think in? Or was it that the higher/human/logical brain had not developed yet, and therefore we only had the so-called lizard brain of survival instincts.