Weaving words, weaving magic

Words are blunt instruments.
How do you talk about anything genuine without killing the very thing you want to describe?
How do you approach a feeling in such a way that other people can share in the experience?
Quantum physics have demonstrated that you can change a phenomenon simply by observing it (which is not that surprising, really: imagine being confronted with someone sporting a camera, about to take a picture of you). How much more invasive are words. By their very nature they attempt to describe, define and classify.
Pin the butterfly to the wall. It will keep very still from then on.
If you approach a thing too directly you can only harm it, whatever your tools.
So don’t.
Write poetry. Tell a story. Make art.
The message is in the feeling you manage to awaken, never in the words themselves.
All of life is a weaving.
So is all of magic.


