Seemingly, this past week has been literary liberation week for me. The mental gymnastics I’ve been weaving upon myself… er, should that be the mental acrobatics my alter-ego has been weaving? I don’t know… what I do know is that these word games are great. They keep me endlessly amused… me and myself, if you get our drift?
I think you’ll find some mirth about as well, if you can see past the web of words… if you can look into the yonder distance and not be suckered into believing everything you see. Words are so powerful, so wonderful… so enlightening or so utterly deceiving.
Today is Friday. Nothing special you may say. But… then I’ll remind you its Friday the Thirteenth. Now… how does that change your perception of the day? Do you believe any of the yarns? Do you avoid the black cats or ladders? Do you spin yourself into a corner of oblivion with the words of fear and mistrust passed down the generations? Are the superstitions woven into your very fabric?
Oh my… what webs of words we weave. Webs of intrigue… of myth or mystery, captivating the weary wanderer. Webs of danger and deceit… when all we’re doing is twisting the meaning of ideas to suit our own objectives. We weave those webs of words… the strands going round and round, tightening their grip on our reality.
Our webs are as diverse as the array of superstitions about spiders. Yet, with a bit of luck we’ll be blessed when we see nature’s real webmasters at work… they weave with purpose… ultimately to entrap, much like our webs of words do…
Thanks again to the GLW for the photo. I have to confess, Wednesday’s was also hers and I forgot to do the credits… what a wed of toil I weave for myself!