THE MAGIC OF WORDS

Words are very often discovered to be confused with voices, the latter being one of the thousand ways words choose to travel. Words are never silent; they present themselves involuntarily as imaginations or thoughts and even dreams. The most common form of human communication is a subtle transduction where words travel from a source as a voice to the receiver which, in turn, is again translated into words before being perceived. The instantaneity of the transduction is often a wise method to distinguish individuals.

Words are magical. They are the roots of the actions. Actions are governed by the words and latter by the consequence of action i.e. words themselves. This much has always been clear to those who have endeavored to be honest. The magic of words is never a subject of concern to those who have accepted impertinence. They are extremely abominable, they are to be put in the scales where nothing is weighed but yes, they are to be helped, and they are to be pitied.

“Words are the most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting an injury and remedying it.”

Action is only a contributing element to any consequence that befalls. The protagonist is words. Words are sufficient to hate a person and words are sufficient to love them. It is the choice of words that makes us who we are and not the ability to conjure them. This choice is only ours; and provided we meddle with this law, we are immediately vulnerable to alien thoughts, bad and occasionally good but mixed with some latent impurity. A pure thought is incapable of being bad. It comes from the depth of truth.

Truth presents itself. Falsehood is intentionally pilfered but, for sure, the ultimate fate is what muggles say “Truth will out”!

This has always been the core of epics. The justice to the history would be to greet the goodness and abhor the badness. 

Happy Deepawali!