Of course words are magic. That’s why they call it spelling.

Sometimes I look at this world and it moves me to tears. The joy and terror and the mad bloody drama of it all. I wonder why they never seem to really see it. Maybe...

Wish not for treasure you can hold, No gleaming jewels, bright and cold, For finer still than pearl or gold, The treasure of a tale well told…

The folly and the glory of the world… the wild, the wise and the wicked… the hero, the madman, the wanderer and the fool… the earth, the seas, the wild heavens… are all part of...