on reading the dictionary

Sometimes i have good ideas at night. It's logical right? I spend roughly a third of my life in bed so it's only natural. I definitely once heard that a composer kept a pen and paper on their bedside table for just this reason. What with the arrival of technology i just leave my phone / alarm clock / notepad on the fridge next to my bed. The slight disadvantage of this is the fact that whereas i would see a notepad with my inspired fourth symphony on my bedside table in the morning the phone is always there and is always singing at me to wake me up so my stock reaction is not to check my Drafts. So it is now that i find that, a while back now, in a period when i apparently wasn't feeling too positive, i thought it would be a good idea to read the dictionary in order to have different reasons and ways of disliking things; the more words you have the more things there are to dislike and the better you can complain. Also if you are looking for a silver lining for this thought how about the ability to locate exactly what it was that you didn't like, making it easier to alleviate any unpleasantness.
Now you can have your real silver lining in the present day: we had just come back from town, the sun was warm on our backs and sweat embalmed our foreheads so we went to sit in the park. Two of the boys were discussing the unnecessarily overly-engineered swing and, what with my limited knowledge in this area, and with my perpetual need to provoke debate between arts and sciences students, i remarked that it was nice that engineers had done something useful in my life because it was pleasing to look at. They, of course, pointed out all the things in the park that engineers had done which i had probably enjoyed and retorted that literature had done nothing for them here. Now, i would usually quote Bennett's Hector and say that:
"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours." 
then couple that with the fact that apart from seeing the way the children played on the swings and the ways the houses framed the soft lush grass through my own eyes and feeling a bond with "a person [i] have never met" and the ensuing beauty of the human mind and the beauty of their words, apart from all of that i could also have my thought framed by their words so i would see Wordsworth's grass next to Eliot's buildings and thus see the world completely differently as each image transports me back to original moment of beauty of those poems. Aside from all that, for the first time, i realised that verbosity lent itself to appreciating the beauty of the world all the more.
These thoughts suggest that reading the dictionary might not be such a strange idea as thought is shaped through language and language is as close to articulating feeling as i will ever get. Van Gogh's Starry Night may move me to rapture, but i cannot paint; music may inspire a catharsis that makes me understand how skin can crawl, but i cannot play; stories in film or novel form may inspire me to reach further and for things i did not know existed, but my own will never do so; but being able to appreciate a moment's beauty all the more for having the words to articulate it and the words to feel things i did not know existed, that, well that is something we can all aspire to and is within easy reach in any dictionary.