Words. It’s only words. 26 letters. Five vowels, sometimes six. 21 consonants, sometimes 20. And basically that’s it. Numbers are something entirely different. Numbers have no limits and they stretch beyond the stars into the suburbs of our imagination.

But if a war were to break out between the alphabet and arithmetic, the battle would be over before it began. Logistically, and at first glance, one would have to put his/her money on the numbers. They simply have more manpower and infinite resources. But it is not efficiency that wins a war, it is passion. And deep inside every letter, be it vowel or consonant, sits a beating heart that aches to be more. Letters grow up dreaming to be words. Words grow up dreaming to be sentences. Sentences grow up dreaming to be paragraphs.

But deep inside every number is a calculating coldness that can never conquer true passion. I am a soldier in this war.