August 10, 2008
The permanence of words is written on the wet cement of a moment; to then be forever set in the concrete of an eternity. Nothing can erase their existence. One may ingeniously cover them, or artistically disguise their appearance. It is possible to undertake such extremes as to demolish the template on which those words are written. It often serves the conscious to conveniently forget the words it has created; developing an amnesia that blankets the mind to raw truth. In the end, however, the flicker of time which gave birth to that coherent string of syllables cannot be challenged.