Long ago and far away, the BeeGees did a song called Words. The line “It’s only words, and words are all I have” illustrates a sliver of where this post is going.
Words make all sorts of pictures, emotions and constructs jump around, bumping into each other, falling over, vanishing and morphing inside me, prompting new lines of thought, old mental anchors, these lovely toys of life.
It meshes together most of the time, not always.
As a man thinks in his heart, so is he. Proverbs 23:7
That proverb talks about being careful who you hang around with, because the other guy always has plans. And who you hang with, you begin to think like.
…for out of the abundance of the heart, his heart speaks. Matthew 6:45
The first part of that verse contrasts a good person’s words and an evil person’s words, ending with what’s in the heart comes out in the words. Again, who you run with, runs inside you to emerge from your mouth.
Don’t usually quote but today, because I’m still rummaging inside the huge boxes in that attic of my imagination, quotes feel appropriate. Plus, this idea of words being tools to move, adjust or direct that vague construct we call culture suggests I examine every tool I make use of.
I work in American English but the threads come from all over. Robert Frost to Robert Heinlein, Nathaniel Hawthorne to Rex Stout, boxes labeled or not, I use ‘em all. The goal is to use ‘em well.
It’s a beginning. For now.