05.17.08
Vade Mecum
The world does not need words… and though I am not proficient with words, I am fervid to indite them again and again. Still I wish to sing with words, to breathe through words, to dance in words, to laugh with words, traipse through words… and did you know, dear book, that You kindle these and a hundred other words?
I have been given the privilege to glance at your un-fustian but beautiful and valiant preface. Nevertheless I shelve you from time to time for fear that my arms would be an unworthy shelf for too profound a tome such as you. Yet, I pray thee, not to deprive me of the unread incandescent pages of your being, for I have been entranced with the fiery words that I have been granted to behold. Your words are cure to malignant thoughts and a remedy to the vacuum of my mind. I burn for those uncharted pages, but not with the inferior red fire of worldly desire, but with the fiercer blue flame that ardently yearns for divine knowledge.
The world does not need words… and neither do you need mine, but I naturally wrote them down anyway, because occasionally, I have to consider what flares in me… and devalue them to words. Dearest book, let me borrow you, vade mecum - go with me, from time to time.
