together in a certain fashion and a war is born. Then a few more words are
crafted on a parchment and a war dies. In a rush of testosterone and pheromones, we spit out emotionally tempered words and a relationship binds us to another.Then, in the heat of an angry dispute, words sail forth like barbed arrows and a relationship is slain.How has something as hollow and empty as words become so powerful? When did grunts and groans become the purveyors of so much? The ancient grimoires record combinations of words with much emphasis on the shaping of the sound of the words to produce the desired effect. A beautiful melody may stir our soul, but add a vocal line in harmony and it may become an immortal anthem to stir a nation of souls. How strange that something so fleeting and shallow may live for millennia, while monumental deeds and actions lie forgotten in the detritus of time.
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