Words are like water. They have many uses. To cleanse, to nourish, to drown, to bring light.  Like a basket, the word carries the idea, presents it, performs it. We must daily dare to remember that mouths are not sole heirs to the Word. Let the body too become articulate.  Let space become resonant. And let dreams and thoughts find voice. The maker holds the word dear to his heart, for she/he knows that it is all there was in the beginning.