Clearly, I’m a bibliophile, but the power of books is simply amazing. Through the conventions of language, we can experience different places, cultures, and points of view that we might otherwise never be exposed to. We can learn facts. We can learn skills. We can learn empathy. The possibilities are truly endless despite the fact that we are all using the same conventions – the same dictionary set of words.
But the order and the thoughts behind them shape them so differently, making them stronger or weaker by their arrangements alone. And when they come together just right? When the words mix perfectly to form images and emotions previously unexperienced? Now, that is truly magical.