More meaning

Letters have a distinct way of meaning more than they quantify. Five only has four letters. Twelve only has six. (And the same in retrospect). These words are quantifiers that don't quantify. They mean what they aren't. They mean more than they make. They translate language into introspective understanding of enumeration. But, try different words. Silent. Vocal. Deluge. These words mean something with no relation to numbers. They describe events and settings. They capture and entirely different thought process. Instead of a number on paper they become scenes. They become transcriptions of reality. Words are powerful.
Conceptually this is pleasing, but we all take words for granted. Stories fly from the press and publishing companies at an astonishing rate and whether they become believable or consuming works of art is an entirely different matter. Their idiosyncrasies must fascinate, their characters draw from us some form of empathy. Buildings and scenes must become some sort of alternate reality. When you look at a page of letters you see colors, light. You then proceed into other senses. Visually you see the words describing a smell, but they turn into something not seen but inhaled.  You see sounds and then hear them, but these processes happen so fast that a good reader becomes privy to far more knowledge than would otherwise be available. Then, you start to read things and see things you don't know about and you begin to jump gaps of creativity. You read about mountain alps when you live in Kansas and start to feel and smell and see things you can't have. Yet, this is not reality in the broad sense: this super-positioning of self. This is your specific reality (It is important to note) and once you have found it, once you have grasped your other world (however many you truly want), you are free to create whatever you like there.