The messenger gave heed to the words of his king. He journeyed by the starry night, and by day he travelled with Utu of heaven. Where and to whom will he carry the important message of Inana with its stinging tone? ... He stepped joyfully into the courtyard of Aratta, he made known the authority of his king. Openly he spoke out the words in his heart. The messenger transmitted the message to the lord of Aratta.
My life is my message.
Out of the world comes a behest to instill into the air a rapturous song for God, to incarnate in the stones a message of humble beauty.
Man is a messenger who forgot the message.
The medium is the message.
The "message" of any medium or technology is the change of scale or pace or pattern that it introduces into human affairs
The message of radio is one of violent, unified implosion and resonance.
The user of the electric light -- or a hammer, or a language, or a book -- is the content. As such, there is a total metamorphosis of the user by the interface. It is the metamorphosis that I consider the message.
A message is given to many, but those who are meant to understand, understand.