Where do the words gowhen we have said them?

They told us to depend on memory, because nothing written down could be relied on. The Spirit travels from mouth to mouth, not from thing to thing: books could be burnt, paper crumbles away, computers could be destroyed. Only the spirit lives forever, and the Spirit isn't a thing.

speech to him was a task, a battle, words mustered behind his beard and issued one at a time, heavy and square like tanks.

Hang on to the words," he tells himself. The odd words, the old words, the rare ones. Valance. Norn. Serendipity. Pibroch. Lubricious. When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

Bytelling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe youinto being. Because I’m telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar had said. Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.