A tribute to the many writers who have played an unimaginably important role in my life. Language is one of the most magical and delightful creations the human race has produced (I find it significant that certain religions and ideologies stress the power of the written and spoken word)--various arcane symbols rooted in ages gone by, filled with nuanced meanings, ever changing and evolving. Language enables us to share our ideas, feelings and emotions with other humans, a sort of primitive telepathy--a way of bridging the gap between our isolated conscious experiences, across time and space.
Without the magic of language, and the many writers who have dedicated themselves to the craft and mastery of it, our life here on Earth would be significantly impoverished.
So here's to the writers, living and dead; the wordsmiths who live in my heart and converse in my head.