It is a duty I serve to control my self and conceal my character, to muster the wisdom and be a master of my own world... To gather knowledge of experience (hindsight) and the intuitive knowledge (foresight) - amass the synergy of it all which is the memory I embrace (insight).
So I become wise and don't think twice about choices that may lead to my demise; compelling me to revise efforts that revolve around the negating dice. And I'll fight lest I pay the price of not respecting my living right!
And what is the purpose of a writer if not to enliven? and colour the languid abyss with purity and essence, one would wonder where these crazies called writers get their conviction and composure Perhaps writers are the excrement of The Divine's Ears peeling off and Its Voice choking...
From this, probably, we are able to identify the humanity within another drawing from a celestial innate sensitivity to be the scribe a scribe for those who have lost the sense of feeling oh feeling, if writers would be able to overcome neurosis themselves.
And again there's a connective intimacy about reading, you shake hands with someone you've never met Like taking a train to Neverland and you learn just how small the world is And in Writing, as a writer, you are reaching out and talking to people you may never meet but the poetic artistry is that we rejoice in an unsung hymn: a hymn of harmony and unity.
Some inspirational Minds: Stephen R. Covey Richard Branson Mike Lipkin
Recent Literary Influences: Anton Chekov Franz Kafka Richard Wright Carson McCullers
Here's to the fusion of Literature, the furtive time-and-space travel phenomenon.