Sometimes, an occasional word

Sometimes, an occasional word comes to you. It finds a fresh place in your thinking. Maybe you act on it, and see where it leads. Maybe you just remember it in a new way — it takes some kind of root in the good, dark, moist soil of your subconscious, and grows. Either way, inwardly or outwardly (or both), temporarily or permanently, definitely or indefinitely, a change has happened. Where do these occasional words come from? For me, they often come from my reading; and sometimes from a chance conversation with a friend, or neighbor, or stranger; sometimes from within. However they come — whether randomly, or by some small or grand design, I am learning to make some kind of mental note when these things — these changes — occur. I wonder how much my life is affected by such things.