Our word is stuck on repeat. Yet another movie remake, yet another old tune covered, yet another retro style plundered. There are precious few new things being spoken. Repeating the same things is just another way of being silent. Silence breeds sterility and barrenness. Nothing new means that things stay the same, there is no good news for tommorow because tommorow will be the same as today. Our world is sick of words twisted into spin, of the same old rhetoric dressed up in new clothes.
Our world is desperate for fresh, new speech. Read More