We have followed words and their tradition of crafting tales and stories. 

Their collaborations with Mishima, Rumi, and The Smiths inspire us, and we seek to do so too.

Our journey to discover new ways of storytelling led us to suspect that storms are arguments between the clouds and the earth, so we eavesdrop on their quarrels to learn new dialects before being shooed by lightning and thunder. 

We are foolish enough to think we are sophisticated enough to decipher the languages of bees, trees, flowers, other leafy beings, and the Angels.

We watch from behind curtains at the dance pens do when they are possessed. 

There is a book that chronicles our findings about the secret society of words and will share its mysteries.