e, the readers of the world, rejoice in the
word. For we belong to all that has been
and will be written. Through every facet
of our being, the word touches, identifies,
shapes and defines us, nourishing the
spark of wonderment, of life itself within us.
W e are curious, venturesome explorers who can’t resist
the thrill of a find, the exultation of surprising the
mind with a magnificent vista leading beyond the horizon
to the unknown. For life is a journey of discovery that can
only be engaged in fully by seeking the truth. Fearlessly.
B y reading what we like, we celebrate the word in
our own unique way. We impart meaning to words
by reading them, just as the reading of words imparts
meaning to our lives.
W hether they spring up between the cracks of rocks on
mountains or sway in fertile fields, all words mean
something to us. For bouquets of words create language.
The rhythmic, sonorous, melodic sounds of language tickle,
nudge and delight our brains into awakening the imagination
to new possibilities. Soft or blaring, once heard by us, the
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious sounds ring true, evoking
a calliopean dance of images, thoughts and feelings within
ourselves and those we share them with. Through the
word, we can sing. Together. In harmony.
hen we share the word, we willingly
suspend our egos to reach beyond
ourselves to something greater. We push
our purviews past the ordinary to a more
complete understanding of ourselves
and the world around us. However far apart, we share
worlds and dreams, laughs and tears, joys and fears.
And everything in between, enriching and deepening who
we are. For to read is to be mindful. And when we are
mindful, we are never insignificant because we are one
with an infinite array of thoughts that can extend to the
ends of the universe.
F or those of us readers who write, we now have the
Internet. Until we created the Internet, there was
always a capricious guard at the gate that had to be
pleased enough with our words to deem them worthy of
rearranging, taming and prettifying. All in an effort to get
the word out. All the while holding the words captive under
the threat of rejection or oblivion. Guardians of the word
that all too often served as burial bastions and graveyard
custodians for an untold treasure trove of words.
B ut the Internet democratizes knowledge, making us
entrepreneurs of the word. It liberates the word,
making it freely available as never before. It gives us the
power to publish and seek out fellow readers on our own
terms. Our words, our creations are judged on their own
he Internet is a vast library, always
open to giving and receiving multiple
points of view on any subject, anytime.
It’s a pooling of consciousness, ever
changing, ever increasing in complexity,
ever frustrating, challenging, rewarding. When we tune in,
it lights up the word and us along with it.
S ometimes we read to obtain answers. Other times we
write to give answers, thereby adding to the world’s
wealth of knowledge. Through the word, we not only
share our aesthetic sense, but we can create beautiful
masterpieces, thereby adding to the beauty in the world.
Still other times we both read and write because we’re
inspired to seek, find and share the divine within ourselves
T hrough the word we share our passion for justice,
honor and freedom. For some, freedom is a mere
word, but what is freedom without the word? Words bond
us, and our word is our bond. The word informs the heart
and ignites our imagination. As the flames flicker and
soar above the ashes of thwarted aspirations, they burn
down internal blocks that inhibit us from reaching for
what we desire, for what we know to be good and true.
We’re moved to start and stop revolutions with the word.
For the march of history is the telling of the word.
y expressing ourselves through the word,
we communicate with ourselves and the
world. If we can imagine it, we can
create it with the word. We can transport
ourselves and others to Utopian worlds
or dark foreboding worlds where gods fear to tread. All
our own creations. All to our own liking. For anyone,
E very book is an invitation to share in the experience,
vision, knowledge and wisdom of the writer. Open one
book and we open our heart and mind to inspirational
fellowship. Open another, and we may find a trusted ally,
devoted teacher, clever playmate, genial friend, or faithful
companion that will see us through to the end and
T here’s no end to how many relationships one book
may garner. Yet our relationship with each book is
personal to each of us.
W e love books because they’re one-to-one. If we’re
curious what it would be like to get inside Marcus
Aurelius’ head, to read his thoughts, we can read what
he has written. We can immerse ourselves in the wisdom
of the greatest thinkers throughout history. On the other
hand, if we don’t like what the writers are saying, we can
put their words aside, when and where we like. We always
have the last word.
ords. Uplifting, sorrowful, luscious, exotic,
unsettling, everyday, puzzling, haunting,
playful, contemplative, provocative,
enchanting, devilish, amusing, maddening,
lyrical, seductive, enlightening, beautiful,
powerful words. We love them all. Any time, any place, in
W ith reading, the more we give, the more we get.
Reading gifts us with fresh, interesting ideas that
can explode into new thoughts, innovations, creations and
mind-changing dialog. Through the word we access the
past and speak to the future.
I n other words, sacred or profane, forbidden or ex
cathedra, it’s the word. The immortal word.
W e read, not because we have to, or because someone
is telling, directing or ordering us to, but because
we want to. We brook no interference with our choices.
For every word since the dawn of history, from writings
on caves, rocks, walls and the backs of cereal boxes to
cyberspace musings, has been written and read by us.
T herefore, all that has been and will be written belongs
to us, the readers of the world.