October 29, 2012

Words, Words, Words

I want the words I say to matter. I want them to be true, to be beautiful, to be weighty even in their frivolity. I want them to carry the wonder of their ability to point to the Real. I don’t want to use words haphazardly, introducing chaos instead of ordering it.

God knows we hear enough words each day. But how many of them really mean something? I’m often frustrated by the deception that passes as “marketing,” by the hollowness of pop lyrics, by the opportunism of political rhetoric. Voices fairly shouting at us from all angles, vying for our attention and blending into whir of white noise. Words, words, words. It’s enough to make you crazy.