Today my shrink brought up an interesting observation that I've never examined before. I write -- or, really, I use language as a tool, whether it's written or spoken -- as a means of controlling my environment. I have little control over the world at large, as is the case for most humans. But I have complete control over what I create, and what I say. And I learned at a very early age that words have power over people.
Words are not just my craft, but the rudder and keel of my craft. And my hand is always on the tiller. Words do what I want them to do (most of the time) and that is my power over my world.