Words Worth

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I think we may be doing the math wrong. The picture exists, static in time and space. It leaves little to nothing for the imagination to fill in. But words are the fire of the mind, the ember of the soul. They crackle and burn within, fueling flights of fancy that no picture could ever capture. Let us not view words too cheaply. Let us not hold them in contempt. With words are men’s souls stoked. With words are revolutions kindled. With words are we remembered. Consider with me their true worth.