We lived in the spaces between words. You might think such an existence limiting, but the opposite was true. We were never lonely; never bored, unaffected even when the library of Alexandria turned to ash.True that the sentimental among us mourned its loss, but our universe has aways been one of infinite possibilities.

We simply sought out new digs, not only between words written in books or carved in stone,.but those you're speaking right now, thinking right now, or inputting on your computer. At times, we branched out even further.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, a time that may have existed in this reality or another, there were two words, 'the', and 'moss'. That together they signified something soft and green was dimly present in their awareness but they were unable to let others know about it, and that felt lonely. Then one day along came a tiny little bug, smaller than the eye can see, and on its shiny back it carried a word, 'emerald.'