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“Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.” ~Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

Words are beautiful, words are infinite.
 Words are who we are, after all-- what are we without words?
Someone once said, freedom lies in being bold. But the freedom to be bold is acquired only by those who wield the pen. Ink on paper, is like the blood in our veins. The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice-- it is only the pen that the words flow from; that can give one a voice in this loud noisy world where being heard is close to impossible. 
Words are everything.
Words are beautiful, words are infinite.