You know how words twist and turn and do all of those things that make us express wonder at how they do the things they do? You know how words exist?

YOU KNOW WORDS?

Man, let me tell you about words. I’ve a litany of grievances, and it’s time for the airing, and let me tell you, there will be an airing. Will need to open all the windows because there’s gonna be a strong draft that’ll force its way through otherwise. Get ready, and prepare yourself.

I remember the time when there were words countering other words for no other reason than to having something to counter words. This has history behind it, dammit! And I’ll be hard-pressed to find something so heinous and offensive to the idea of basic sensibilities as this kind of action and lack of justice in the world.

We need to ban words, my friends, my audience, my people. We need to eliminate them from the world, for they have reigned supreme for far too long in this day and age. They haunt the night and they burn the day, and nothing burns as brightly as that which hurtles across and prevents us to act in a freeing manner. Words have bound us for far too long. They have bound us to the terror of communication, and they withhold secrets that they have no need to do so. They are a menace and their reign of terror must end in their error.

What happens if we let all of this wordly ruling continue? What will happen if we remain beholden to their form and shape, and the way that they express? Who will go forward with the kind of courage that they know is theirs if we do not act together, to strike them down and eliminate them from society? Can we truly find ourselves a free society if we do not act to free ourselves from the constraints and chains that these words put upon us? That they use to force us to express them? How do we really continue?

Who can go home at the end of the day and look their kin in the eyes and say “I fought for a better tomorrow” if what they did was turn the other cheek? Who can truly be honest with themselves? Nay! WE must face the truth and come forward, and we must be willing to make that fight, regardless of how difficult it may seem. We must be wiling to continue forward, regardless of how difficult each step might be; regardless of the weight on our shoulders as the bearers of the future. We must be willing.

There is no tomorrow if we let words continue getting on with what they want, and there is no future for us if we don’t act to strike them down and remove them from our earthly realm. We have two choices, and one leads to sacrifice and loss, but holds potential. The other, just loss.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:39:74

Bit of silliness, this writing, but perhaps it rings truer than I might believe.

Written at work.