Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine my actions. Judge me by them.
There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street. There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women. There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. There are passages from his own writing that chill him with fright, so distinctly does he feel them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of his room, at night, in shadows. He has written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently, can only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul.
