Words are beautiful indeed. Like butterflies, they soar, colorfully, from lip to ear... Floating on a simple breath. For a brief moment in time, they not only live but give meaning to life. Like butterflies, over the years, people have collected words. Pressed them between the pages of books. And though they are pinned there, stuck forever to the page, their image still somehow stirs the imagination, and, as you look at them, they come to life inside your mind... And fly once more.