We are inundated in a surging sea of messages. Whatever the medium, words flow over and around us, rearranging our setting in their ebb and flow. Some nudge us a little, shifting our perspective just the tiniest bit. Others hammer us, threatening to crush us, and yet, for all their foam and fury, they drain away, their power spent, leaving us shaken, perhaps, yet it is they, not we, who flee. Spoken or written, some messages stir us. They pulse through our frame. They resonate in our meditations, emotions and our volition. They cause our spirits to soar. These we store up as treasures, as memories, as old friends to be visited often.