Go on. Try it.
Maybe start with a word. The most lovely word. Your favourite, in fact.
Describe its colours. Describe its sound. Tell us about the music it forms in your mind.
Set that paragraph into a context. A scene. A moment. A memory.
Put someone in that context. Maybe you, maybe not-you. Maybe not a person at all.
What do they do? Do they paint those palettes you created? Do they sing the music you wrote? Does their voice sound like that word? Do they reverberate with the same frequency?
What emotions do they have? Are they that of your word, or are they reactionary? What are their thoughts? Do they share your love of your word?
Think about the world they live in, a world of your word. In an instantaneous moment, it sprang forth from a seed that you cultivated. Are you not a god in this act of creation?
You have created from nothing, in defiance of all the known laws of the universe.
How mighty you are, how powerful and wise.
Carry this knowledge of your strength, your wisdom, and your vision, in a special place within you.
Draw upon it in your hour of need, and nurture it in your times of triumph. Keep it hidden, but easily accessed. The world you inhabit fears the dark, but it fears the light even more. We praise it in its absence but seek in terror to snuff it out in its presence.
Guard your light. Guard your nugget of truth. So that you can share of it with the world, linking it up to all your infinities.