Frozen Words

I got to thinking recently about what Prof Sexson said in class a couple of days ago about how when we speak our words immediately disappear. It reminded me of a story that I read in elementar school about a girl whose words froze in to icicles when she spoke. To hear what she actually said one had to melt the icicles. For this girl, her words could be eternal. Something to hold and store away. They could always be remembered, but still one could never hear them. They would be physically solid, yet at the same time have faded away like the echoes of our spoken words. Is this what happens with writing? Words become physically solid, but still fade away? It is just as easy to forget what one has read as it is to forget what one has heard. ALos, what one writes down is never identical to what one has spoken. Words and phrases continually change and shift, perhaps becoming better. Our minds play tricks on us and what we remember fades as easily as the spoken word. So, cherish what you speak because what you say will never be said again. It will never be heard again. Things change, people change, places change.