Sunday, February 7, 2010

Word (The space between)

It's words just like these ones, symbols of language and culture and being, strung together and given meaning through our shared bank of knowledge.

Letters make words and words make paragraphs but once you've mastered that it's all about

spacing

and doing more with less.

Five well spaced words on a napkin say more than a thousand bad ones crafted to fill page B17. Indeed, it's the spaces between the words and lines that say more than the words themselves ever will. The words are the frame and the vehicle but it's the delivery, the emotion behind, and the spaces between that make up the masterpiece.

The empty spaces are what make you feel at home and make you want to be anywhere but. They make you feel like nothing in the world can touch you because you are, by all means, better than every other hack out there.

Nobody can touch you.

It's the space behind the words that make you believe you can be Dylan or Kennedy or Mahatma. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise, because you can be all those people.

You can be anything you want.

What's read between the lines is the fog, the words the rocks, and the delivery is the lighthouse that brings the Titanic back from the bottom of the Atlantic. Master the spaces and you can raise things from the dead by merely thinkng about them.

The empty spaces are what make you yell and cry and feel and understand. Because that's what it's all about - creating something that somebody else will understand the way you want them to understand it. Perception is a fickle endeavour but when done right, it means the world.

And you mean the world to me.

It's also a power thing. Ten dollar words make for expensive speeches. Keep it simple and how it's said and how it's spaced will say the rest. The person who can entice you with a simple sentence that makes you think beyond what is actually said has all the power over someone who takes an explanation, a backstory, and an 8-point five-year plan to mean what they say.

And I mean what I say.

It's the spaces between the words, the quiet lull, the misdirection and simple truth, that can make you come in your pants.

Now that's power.

Word.

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