In it’s barest state, it’s just ink; simply ink. But a line of ink makes a stroke. And strokes make letters; letters make words; words make phrases; phrases have meaning and meaning has consequences. It’s never just ink. It’s never just a letter. It’s never just a word, devoid of power. Strip your body to it’s core, and it’s just cells; water, molecules, protein... but those cells make muscles, and those muscles have power - for good and for bad. So let my words be pure and true. Let my ink be shaped into phrases that build life, rather than destroy.
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