Sometimes I have thought that words have been used so much to be inaccurate that all you can do is forget words.

But under words is reality, which somehow pushes through words sometimes.

Humans wanting to use words is a big part of reality. Whatever my mood, words are in my DNA, part of what my wet ancestor crawled out of the ancient ocean onto land to evolve and get to.

When I'm bummed and cynical then I forget that in addition to lying, words have been used always by people trying to say their best truth, trying to connect what they best know to someone else. That blessing clings to words as much as the lies, maybe more.