Writing is an infinite act. Grab a moment, slow it down. Blow
up and call out micro events in that moment. How it smells. How it feels. Highlight
background details- Lighting, sounds. Enable someone to peek in and participate
in something. Enable MANY someones to take part in that moment. As long as a
written word is in print, time is frozen. Poof- the all-powerful force of
constant change that drives this world is interrupted. Even if the print is
destroyed, as long as the story lives in a memory, time remains at a halt.
Writing is a sacred act. Spirit released in a communication
stream, running and mixing free. Writings can pass age barriers, language
barriers, religious barriers, laws, taboos, fears and poverty. Ideass to
brains. Prayers to hearts. A communion of souls. Dreams to the world.
Writing is an athletic act. Bending thoughts, stretching
limits, reaching out. Running through comprehension at blazing speed. Forming
worlds, building futures, destroying walls, crushing barriers.
Writing is an honor.
Thank you for the honor of sharing
these words.
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