The Letterbeach

Where the letters go when a Word dies

The Letterbeach is the edge of the Wordsworld, the beach where Words are born and where they die. On the Letterebeach I encounter the Letters when they are not trapped in a Word. They are always so happy, running, playing, being sung or yelled by the infants  in the Timetide. Here, the Letters get to be all the sounds that they can, while the upper cases seemingly are making sure that the lower cases don’t fall completely out of shape. This freedom of the Letters is not lasting. When they again become part of a Word they only get to be one version of all the possible sounds. Their soft potentiality collapses into the firmness or even hardness of a Word, and by then they have already left the Letterbeach. But here, when they are not locked inside a Word, they feel free, called to life by the will of the infants. 

When something happens in the World of Man, that resonates through the World of Realities, and further on to the Worldsworld, it makes everybody on the Letterbeach listen:

Is it ties between Words being shaped or broken? Or is it a single Word dying, and the letters set free? Maybe a new Word being formed that calls for some of the letters to leave the beach and enter the WordsWorld, ending their freedom?

Or is it the rumblings of a quake in The World of Realties causing a Timeslide on the Letterbeach, flooding into the Wordsworld, creating havoc? Nobody really fears these. They are called Shifts of Paradigms, and they are very rare. 

A Reality is the web of Words that man uses as a beacon to identify where, when and sometimes why and who he is. It taps into The Wordsworld, borrowing the Words from there.

There are many Realities and they are shaped and reshaped endlessly. Man calls his own web of Words the Reality, as he can only see the one he is in, and is often blind to the Realities of other men. 

A Reality is always a borrowed part of the WordsWorld: A book that man checks out of a library, while the book at the same time stays in the library. 

It is the task of the Guardians, like myself, to make sure that new Words make sense, and it is also the task of the Guardians to assess the web of Words that can make up a Reality and the webs that make up insanity. That is why we often walk besides the scientists and the poets - to help them stay outside the insane.