all the world over, fingers are flying as thoughts become letters become digital codes transferred to lighted screens, become public.
and I have many words of my own and I am certain so do you.
and do all of the words matter? with so many, have they lost value? are we all asking the same questions?
but each eye with unique glinting color, discerns with different points of light, and each image crossing the lens is interpreted in still some miraculously individual way. and so yes, I believe they do – believe that all the words do matter. for all are attempting to illuminate, all attempting to share what only the individual can extract – what each unique experience can explain. we may all ask the same questions, but we all make different observations, come to varying conclusions, happen upon uniquely fantastic ideas.