Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep;
Words are for those with promises to keep.


Mr Purvis said literature is an appreciation of genius.
I couldn't agree more.

To put thoughts into words is painful enough. Once you put your thoughts down to words, you are held responsible for that thought. It becomes your thought, and there is little that can be done for you to shrug responsibility for that thought anymore. Yet that responsibility is a price to pay for getting the burden of the thought off your shoulders. The question is whether or not it is worth it.

I marvel at those who have the courage to assume responsibility for their thoughts. It is a step I am not willing to take as yet. Even more so for those who can actually do a good job of it, and manage to produce a literary work that can move you enough to think about it. Because that's really the first step, isn't it.

But today alone, i have realised that when you're really upset, words desert you. And I suppose that makes what are considered literary gems even more valuable. Because it is the product of a giant leap across a very tall hurdle.