Do you think about words? I mean really think about those sounds forming in your mind and spilling from your lips?

I guess it could be said that we speak what we think yet many can speak while thinking of something else. By this it could mean deceit or lies. Example: “I caught a halibut weighing 300  pounds…”Said with words while remembering the halibut to be 20 pounds.

When asked by someone, a question, do we use words of truth or words appropriate to fit the situation? And the answer matters not because as I type this my mind is in another world using words few could understand.

Three paragraphs written, and about what? Words? When actually the first question ‘Do you think about words?’

Words are the means of communicating who and what we are: Intelligent and cognitive, able to understand and formulate decisions of choice. Pretty simple explanation for something so complex I could write for hours and still not finish.

The title for today’s blabber is, ‘March For Life’. Three words, all three with capital letters to denote the worthiness of title.

March: A name for a month of the year. A explanation for a group traveling, usually pertaining to military forces or groups of prisoners/ POW’s. In this word the ‘group’ attraction is the main attraction

For: An often used word to imply connection with. ‘I’m for the status quo,’ “I’m for the abolishment of the death penalty.” For is the exact opposite of, Against.

Life: Ah, such a powerful word. Life. Precious. Wonderful. It represents God, it  represents what you are… Intelligent and cognitive, able to understand and formulate decisions of choice.

Three simple and powerful words that when put into the perspective of communication, mean a lot.

Today people marched for life. Many people march for life everyday. Doctors save lives. Police and military protect lives. Parents bring life into the world and guide the growth. Life is  wonderful and powerful. Death, death is easy and visible.

Are you anonymous in this choice? Do you march for life in your everyday world or hide in the comfort of waiting for death? The choice is yours. I however walk proudly in the world of life and spit on death knowing it really is a weak and puny word – death – it means nothing other than an inconvenience for the shell I have to travel in.

And now, a poem.

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Cells so small, so minuscule, so alive

Filled with information of conquer and divide

Growing into completion.

 

So many words to describe:

Zygote, Gametes, Fetus, Phloem, Photosynthesis…

Life.

 

Green leaf of Spring, Fall colors of spawning salmon

God hands sparking creation

It is a good day to live.