“But words are things and a small drop of ink,
Falling like a dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think;

and why what we write needs to carefully considered…

‘Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper – even a rag like this -,
Survives himself, his tomb and all that’s his.”

Lord Byron

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