Words. Funny little things when you stop and think about them. So small, but so powerful. Nothing or everything. Momentous or inconsequential. The beauty of words I believe is their power. What power they have – if you consider it, words are the vessel that moves our very society. They can uplift a hurting soul. They can cut down scores of people and fill them with dread and despair. Or resuscitate them with a breath of hope. Words are how we communicate. And with that – they are one of our greatest tools. Greatest weapons, or greatest hopes. For good or ill, words hold vast power. My perspective anyway.