I’m in love with words. I very rarely grow tired of them, of using them, as I am in this moment. I find them useful because words mean shared language, and a shared language means the ability to communicate—it’s amazing when you really think about it. If brains are like islands then words are like boats, carrying thoughts and ideas from one brain to another, to another slice of life that is otherwise unreachable. But thoughts and ideas are the least perfect cargo and the boats themselves unreliable. I once saw a ship approaching from the safety of my island and I thought it was a pirate ship and, you see, I wanted nothing more than to keep my island safe so I shot the ship down. I shot it down with canon fire, yes I shot the boat down, but as the rubble washed up to the shore with the morning tide I was filled with regret—the ship was not a pirate ship, no not at all. I shot down a cargo ship, a cargo ship that was carrying thoughts and ideas I desperately wanted to grasp, but I realized too late. The shots had been fired, it is already the next day.
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