Weight of Words
Half-Spoken Truth
When words diminish and presence speaks volumes.
There can always be disagreements when we give meaning to words. I’ve come to believe that they come with a much denser sense than they could have. And they might not have that much sense after all. Not that we don’t feel, but words insist on saying things we didn’t even mean. Words slip away.
They are somewhat misunderstood. But who said they need to be understood, explained, compared? They can just have a sketch, a scribble. They can be half words. Is that enough? Words are always full of everything. I doubt these everythings. Poor word “love.” It needs to be eternal. To be felt beyond life. I like words that last as long as they need to. And where is the strength of the word “love”? Love doesn’t have strength, love has gentleness. I’m not sure if this is the word.
Words have weight and measure. Words have so many things. They have assumptions, concepts, significances. What’s the most important word for you? Find other words to explain why. And the word “time”? When someone says — let’s take a break — how much of this time can be understood? Word is medicine. How many doses of words per day are necessary?
Perhaps we cannot know the intensity of the word “life.” Is it beautiful? How much? If there is…
