We haven't even scratched the surface.

Words have lives. Like trees, or dogs, or your beautiful baby, words appear to just... exist... out there in this world. You can look at one right now, and appear to know what it is, what it means.

But put it in a new context right now, and suddenly it's morphed.

Or leave it for a while in the exact same place you left it, come back later, look at it again, and suddenly it's morphed. (Don't believe me? Have you ever reread a book a few years after you first read it? Somehow pretty different, isn't it?)

The possibilities are endless. So what's the secret?

This the magician can never reveal. But think about this next time you gaze upon a word.

Words exist outside, sure, but only in the most superficial sense. When they're just sitting on a newspaper, they aren't good for much are they?

How is it, then, that they come to have meaning? To govern the thoughts and minds of peoples throughout centuries? To topple once great and powerful regimes? To steer the arc of man, woman, dog, baby, tree, and all that exists in between?

The answer, which you'll doubtless come to discover in these pages in the future, is simply this.

You.

You bring words to life. You give words meaning. You make words move worlds.

So what of my question leading this post? I can't answer it; I was hoping you could?