Words. They can be such powerful things whether they are being used or not. They can be such heavy things. Maybe one day someone will invent a scale to weigh each one. How lovely would that be for forensic science if every word spoken wrote itself on the air and then drifted on the wind like tiny dust particles. The font would have to be tiny, one would have to use a lens to make out the 'o's from the 'a's. Angry words would be sharp, when a scientist picks it up for inspection he is likely to prick himself. The heaviest of all the words are the ones arranged into bad news. To lift that off the ground requires more than one man or woman. There would also be the unspoken words, everyone pretends not to see them, but they are usually the grandest words of all, formed in italics and of modest weight. Happy words like 'baby' or 'balloon' would never hit the floor as they frolicked in the air, almost weightless as they rode the laughter surrounding them. Ah, words. Building blocks of magic, one might say.
