How wonderful it would be to scatter words as they rise to consciousness, to let them lie where they fall.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
It would be nice to turn off that incessant churning of consciousness.
I should like these few words to be read over the grave when my body is placed in the earth; for though it is possible I may be present and conscious of what is going on, I shall not be able to communicate.
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.