23 July 2007
The Beauty of Blank Pages
)Published on July 23rd, 2007 @ 04:01:18 pm, using 182 words, 72 views
One turns to writing when talking doesn’t hold enough promise. When the prospect of being understood or identified with is bleak. Under the threshold of such a realization, one tends to gamble – to aim for extremes in the quest for confidants. Something along the lines of: “The world or no one!”
Certain things when read, need to be kept – jotted down, xeroxed, memorized – somehow kept. Not so much because they hold a truth or essence in the rough like a diamond but because your intuition hints that they’ll come to be relevant (to reveal their origin, to explain their purpose) and ultimately fit into something of a jigsaw puzzle by contributing to the making of sense - by filling in some hole in the scheme of things, by fitting into a very specific place your understanding and experience may have yet to discover or explore.
Damien Rice - Me, My Yoke and I/9
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Writing, discovery, exploration, identifying, understanding, confidants, intuition, relevant, sense
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