If I were to glide as though unpowered, free and unfettered, I would choose the endinglessness of a world unseen - with tremendous wealth of words, and vocabularies, inundated in ways and manners that exceed the limitations of the human mind. An experience that might be received gladly by any wordsmith.
What I would give to explore such a world. Breaking existing restrictions in order to grapple intensely, and continuously the wonders of a world exposed; one which, Alas, cannot be contained in any Journal, diary or daybook. Which eventually leaves a dissatisfaction, and hunger unimaginable.
Central to it's core, are sequence of letters, alphabets, that masterfully display on show piece by piece carefully distinguished, forming effortlessly and creating new-lings as one would expect. It goes to show that even while we seem to loose the Mind on an intelligently colossal existence, imprinted indelibly in it's deepest recesses they all avoid oblivion. As if like remaining as vassals in the World of words - although not as slaves, yet completely and utterly submissive under it's Muse.
Whether this is comprehensible, or not, for the life of me, I cannot say. But, as a writer, and as one who'd strive to attain to be a true wordsmith, the journey to exploring the World of Words cannot be finished!
P.S
I wasn't sure what would come of this post when I started but, somehow I managed to finish it.
I will draw the curtain with these words from Eleanor Roosevelt.
"Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try. For one thing we know beyond all doubt: Nothing has ever been achieved by the person who says, `It can't be done."
Thank you for reading.