“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
- Edgar Allan Poe
I've said it before: Tongues can break a heart, so be tender with your words. Sticks and stones, blah, blah, baloney. Words hurt. But why? As Edgar, literary and poetic genius, professed, do words have the power to impress our minds simply due to the exquisite horror of their reality? Maybe. I tend to value far too much what others think, whether or not there is legitimacy in their claims. But no one knows the depths of my own reality, least of all me. How could a stranger? And truthfully, anyone who spews judgement is really only projecting their own reality. I'll get over it. Will you?