Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones: And WORDS are their driving force.

Imagine you think in shapes and feelings. You feel the hot sun baking your back. You feel the shifting sand buoy you up only halfway with each step. Your hands dig deep in the ground, diving through eight variations of heat and cold to learn about your surroundings. Food is caught by instinct. Shelter shared by instinct. Children born by instinct. You cover your body…