In the beginning was the word. Kun fayakoun, be and it was. READ the word for the word is power, creation and life. Words can resurrect, grace, sing, paint and call with the voice of the sea, with the voice of heaven and with the voice of earth. Words follow the wanderer and the wandering soul and whisper summoning the evening star and the morning star, the light dancing over the sea and the light threading the galaxies. Words also speak with the tongues of fire or the wings of the angles. They summon mercy and summon us from the vortex of pain with compassion. Words break the exclusiveness of social patterns, modes and norms, demolish the taboos and triumph over the silence that withers the heart and slays the soul. Words speak love and all the words that do not speak love are worthless, but words that speak love while plunging the dagger deep in the hearts of others are murderous. What is it about words that makes us speechless and declare us mutes?
What is it about them. that we almost kill to make them dwell in the safe, in the accepted, the obvious and in that which brings admiration, praise and acceptance. Words should be pioneers, they should change the world and reshape our sensibility. Words should not chain and stifle our emotions. They should lead us to freedom and salvation. Words are rebels and if we do not rebel with them we shall remain stunted, only able to give by measure, only able to live by the norm. I hail the words of the rebel. I hail The words that know no fear, no psychological drivel, no emotional dithering and slavery.
Sleeping beauty was woken up from her sleep with a kiss, but no kiss is stronger than the word which drinks from the fountain of knowledge; no word is stronger than the word which drinks from the fountain of life and no word is more holy than the word of love which remakes the world after its own image.