Surely the gift of language is the greatest treasure
bestowed upon humankind for with that gift our
minds expand to breathe the words and exhale the
thoughts that enlarge our experience and expand
our souls. A book is no mere repository of words
arranged row upon row but a catalogue of expression
capturing our imagination to send us toward worlds
we might never know. In that knowledge lies a
bounty without which our very existence becomes
a dreary exercise in repetitive thought and
purposeless motion. That gift sends our
consciousness soaring into the stratosphere
of excited thought forming our very being
in a comprehensive unity of body and soul.
There is exquisite music in the sounds of
language with words enunciating melodies
of purpose and design our minds muse
upon and interpret shunning and banning
the ignorance of the unlettered who choose
instead the gutterals of incomprehension.
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