Words of life. I want words. Keep your pictures. Keep your images. Give me words.
That my eyes may fast and my mind feast. That my ears may reawaken and pull the brain along. That they may run again like young children. And explore. And argue. And wrestle. And grow. Like children, without straining their gaze, yet learning to see. Without plowing through images, yet digging in views and panoramas. What a celebration that would be!
Give me words. Keep your images. Keep your pictures. I want words. His words.