Significance of Words Words have a way of meaning nothing or everything, all depending on how they're arranged. They can maim or heal, give or steal, make or break. Words may mean love, but they may also mean hate. We might speak them or if we prefer, write them. Never the less, are not words the most beautiful things that are? It's a way to communicate all that we feel and know, like converting heartbeats into a form that may be comprehended by one another. They allow us to express great ideas, and add vibrancy to a bland world. Paint on a canvas, grass to a prairie, stars to the universe, breathe to existence. They must co-exist with spirt so that they both may exist. Without words there would be nothing. It is eerie to imagine a world in which silence grips the mind, body, and soul for there is no way to organize anything for there is nothing and no way. Experiences would be left to float nameless in the conscience. Music would cease to inhabit our lives with the company of song ceasing to thrive. Books would perish to the land of what isn't nor ever was, oh, and what good is #life without books anyways. Words are simplicity and complexity, in a simply complex sort of way. They are really just what there is and on the contrary what there isn't. They are entirely, completely, and fully what makes being alive such an adventure. Draw the words from yourself and allow them to record the flourishing #life around us. Record in such a way that they mean everything, for what use is a gift such as words if we use them to mean nothing. ~The own WORDS of Winnifred~