And my word, is it wonderful. Speaking of word, I've always loved them, you know. Words, I mean. Not necessarily as a means to an end but as a legitimate end in themselves. Purely ornamental, you see.
Words can be exquisite objects of beauty.
Delicate jewelled trinkets, lovely little chalices holdings the elixirs of life itself, lovingly crafted mini-sculptures, landscapes of the human soul and spirit. The metaphors are endless. And yet, one must move beyond a fascination with words alone to an appreciation of language. It's a logical, inevitable and indeed beautiful progression. Words are the building blocks of language.