this is a warm up.

There is open
(in another tab, just to the left of this page)
something much more important than this.

It's amazing the power that words have. Some might argue that words are even the sole reason humanity differs from the other animals. The power of complex language to unite and grow us has led to the continuation of stories and histories through generations and generations, the advent of writing and printing, the collection of symbolic knowledge that can be retained and recovered eons after the writers have ceased to exist. From this knowledge come the greatest empires, the greatest technologies, the greatest atrocities, and the greatest mercies.

Language is what troubles me: specifically, the construction and explanation of complex thoughts, in precisely the correct way to have the desired effect. Too little offense, and the plea is shrugged off. Too great, and the glass inside may crack. These are delicate matters decided in the mind,
(if it can get to it before the impulse)
strung together on the tip of the tongue. And these strings, these simple symbolic characters put in a row, these things that I write are going to change lives. For better and for worse -- both are connected -- and perhaps mine will be changed the most. I'm not ready, but these things must happen. Life doesn't wait for you to be ready for it.

Is life difficult? Or is it easy. Or does it make sense to even discuss it in such simple words? Shooting at the stars, that's all we do. We aim, we fire, we correct, we continue, we better ourselves, and we still are an infinite distance away from all but our own sun. It's difficult to strike infinity, when infinity doesn't want to be hit.

Words are nothing. Nothing. Electrical, breathy nothing, searing themselves into our minds and expressing themselves in the actions of our bodies. From this nothing comes everything we have created. The birth of a universe. The creation of humankind from dirt and dust.

We are the creators.

Words are our nothing.