When I pronounce the word Future, <br />the first syllable already belongs to the past. <br /> <br />When I pronounce the word Silence, <br />I destroy it. <br /> <br />When I pronounce the word Nothing, <br />I make something no nonbeing can hold.<br /><br />Wislawa Szymborska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-oddest-words/
