River of words — Now Changeable

I see myself shooting down a water slide, the water and the chute made up of thousands and thousands of words. As I rush along the chute gives way to a bigger and then even bigger opening until the chute becomes the banks of a fast moving river. Everything along the bank is made up of words- the bank itself, the trees and the shrubbery lining it, but there are no buildings or people.

The river broadens still, becomes slightly slower moving, and this process continues until the river meets the sea, which, like the river, is made of words.
Evaporating up into the sky (made of words) are the words from the sea. These words are carried towards land where they precipitate and reform, becoming other words. Now the scene changes to a city. Everything in the city is made up of words but now within and around the words are symbols here and there, which are, if you look very, very closely, made up of tightly compacted sets of words. Pictures appear on screens, these being similarly compacted word packages. Data streams by in the air, like a million gosssamer threads, going here, there, everywhere, passing right through people, pets, and buildings.
Words in the city turn into thoughtforms now, forming and dissipating rapidly, like fast moving clouds do. Some thoughtforms build into bigger ones, while others decrease in size. Rarely is the sky clear anywhere.
Day gives way to night and this activity decreases, but still continues in pockets here and there.
Eventually the lowest point of activity is reached, there is space between a lot of the days' thoughtforms. New concepts appear in these regions as different arrangements of words are tried on for size. The thoughtforms are reformatted and revitalized, you could say.

Night gives way to day, and the process repeats itself. Never are the words, the data, exactly the same as the day before. Everything presented in the new days' data stream, like on all the days previous, is interpreted for personal meaning. Favorable personal meaning builds bigger, more cohesive, and perhaps mutually-shared thoughtforms, while the lack of meaning or importance dissipates them.
An overall vibration ensues, stronger in some regions of the planet, lesser in others, but whatever vibration is agreed upon as this days' 'reality' is shared. A gestalt of billions is formed.
Knowing this, you can see that one steadily-held assemblage of words (a thoughtform) can be more powerful than a large number of wavering thoughts. Purity of thought will override a torrrent of words. Be as a rock in the stream if you'd like to ponder any choice because this river of words flows daily, and on some days stronger than others, due to storms.