Words are those wonderful winged vehicles which allow us to be time travellers, warriors, princesses……
They are steadfast non judgmental companions we carry with us all bound up in those wonderful objects we call books.
How do the words sit on a page… do they flow along the river of your thoughts?
Or are they merely ink on paper?
Do loud readers shout out the words on a page? And quiet readers “read in their heads?” Well, some readers mouth words as they read and some are fixated on the flow of words.
Creating visual master pieces in our minds eye. In all of human history and future no technology or ‘AI’ will replicate or replace the unique human trait – imagination.
Flowing words are our freedom as a species, conjuring worlds, vast landscapes, to remind us of happy memories and futures yet to come.
In each of our minds eye, we see our protagonists, back drops, details and colour of the sky. And no two images are the same.
We know the writing has taken over when the words are a the vehicle and the image is the destination.
Leafy Fox 