The words that we read in a book or write on a page are nothing more than an assortment of symbols that were long ago designated a sound. A meaning.
The letters are arranged in such a way that the artist hopes to be unique. To be interesting.
By just glancing at these mere scrawls on the page, visions of glorious battles and beautiful romance become manifest in the mind of the reader. Entire worlds are created through these not so random assortments of words.
Fear of magic has long plagued the minds of men, but the true fear should lie in the imagination of the artist, for it is by these words that life is given… and taken away.
Literature is magic.
Language is the power through which it comes to life.