glory - that is an extravagant word. it sounds like it has all the trimmings. almost gaudy but not, because it's also pure - the height of harmony. i wish words walked around all day. right when we say them; that they'd be birthed right then and there. that we'd actually see them rumble out of our mouths and dust themselves off as they prance down our breath, with the air of a black and white film or as beautiful as a dream, all our sentences forming this ornate parade of thought. they would be so elegant in their resigned meanings and formality. they'd strut or stroll about, and speak into the ear of the person you are talking to. and that horrible feeling of regretting something you've said would finally be comprehensible when you see that word still blundering about your tabletop where you uttered it into being; just not disappearing as it should.

i think it's better the way it is though. words are powerful enough when just heard.