There are no facts, only interpretations.
A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; - not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself. The symbol of an ancient man’s thought becomes a modern man’s speech.
Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.