"To the static-minded, it is an insensible statistic that the moon is about 239,000 miles away from the earth. To the sailorman, it is a natural sensation that the moon-earth pull is so great as twice daily to be able to lift many feet aloft the thunderous tonnages of water upon which he sails. By measured reasoning he "sees" the moon lifting the water as it circles after its rotating and orbiting mother-ship Earth. So fast is the orbiting that the sailor knows it is difficult to obtain an accurate navigational sight from the moon. However, to the static landsman, that moon seems to hang motionless as a luminous flat medallion in the periodically glimpsed scene."
- Ideas and Integrities by Buckminster Fuller in a chapter titled Fluid Geography
Sometimes even scanning over the specific way a mind arranges letters and words on a page, are able to wake me out of a slumber, call it a lands(wo)man's slumber, back into the rocking of the ship we are on, lifting the fog of a collective smog and allowing me to breathe a deep breathe of their own simplistic clarity. This is the power of words. It is the power of any sort of interpretation and transferral. Animals share their world in images in the mind, we have to write and draw and compose and act out our inner pathways. What always shocks me, is the straightforward and crystal clear sight that visionaries had. The way we use words matters, they can build a wall of confusion or weasel their way into new pathways in someone else's brain.