Some years ago a young lady wrote me love letters. The letters weren’t confessions of her love: they were just mail exchanged between friends (me and her) for years. It took a while for them to feel like love letters but when they did I became fanatical with my mail.
Words are special. Now when I say a word is special, obviously I don’t mean merely the making of A Word. Some random combination of markings displayed in a visual manner isn’t very special. But the combination of phonetics and markings that contain meaning: that’s special—precious even. So words are un-hewn diamonds. Each letter a […]