Weight of Words

I don't understand the meaning behind the songs of Enya, yet listening to her always brings me to this "place", call it peace (or it could be more than that), whatever, the words no longer matter. I just know because I felt it. Life has many ways of bringing us "there", a place where we felt closer to our Being, to God. Listen to a relaxing instrumental piece, look at a painting, or a flower, smell the rain, feel the wind. The list goes on. There is an absence of words, yet they are all capable of taking us "there." Literature, is no different, except that it rely on the power of words. But we shouldn't be too obsessed with words, for it only serves to take us "there" as well. Sometimes we mistakenly attach our sense of self to it. "This is my philosophy!" one might say. Then we start to argue with others over what? A mere difference in a play of words, when probably, both are meant to take us to the same "place." It is sad but true, but such is the case with religion. We put too much weight in words as if it is the most important thing, instead of serving as light, it blinds us, replacing what truly matters. And when that happens, words is all you have, for you have lost touch with the reality for which they point to.