Pebble collector, in another blog post of hers, wrote something very quirky. It was about the journey that pebbles take to end-up at her window ledge. Similar to the journey some words take to end-up in a post, a blessay (blog essay), in the news paper or on one of the wrinkles on your brain. It's quite fascinating to think of this fantastic journey, and to realise that it's not the most well sounding, or textured, or eclectic word that finds itself in your notepad; its just the right one. The one that explained the soul of the sentence in the brevity of a word.