throughout my life, since i could first read and write, i have been consumed by words. words have filled my head, raptured my heart, and resonated through my soul. I love words. I love writing. I love language more than anything. I dwell on words, I dream of words, I hum them to myself. When someone says a word that captivates me, I trace it out in the palm of my hand or on a nearby object. Here is a pensieve (a la Albus Dumbledore) filled with my words.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, so that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life" John 3:16