In some fashion, words could come together to become a sentient being, a self-aware consciousness. The world is represented by how the mind images it, the images are described by words. The words are recomposed to become a new world and a new being. Did you just make an imaginary friend or create a gollum?
Somewhere, though, there could be people living and thinking and saying the things that I would want them to. These are people who do not spend much time caught up in civilization as we have come to know it.
They are not illiterate, but they only craft words that they are confident can be etched on stone, etched on flesh, heart, mind, soul; with blood, fire, water and spirit…only words that can hold their own in any format are the words that they allow themselves to speak. If a word proves itself to be false, then every medium that has received the etching must be destroyed.
There is no idle chit chat.
Sometimes I want to find a way to turn completely around inwardly and face my Maker, the One who gives me my life force. To know him as he is, or her, or she, or it…whatever the case may be.