
There is a certain wonderful side to being a writer.
It means that at any moment, out comes a splurge of words the likes of which have never been birthed on the planet before.
When writing, the person inside your soul is given life for the first time. The soulless is given words and thoughts breathed into life.
Without words, one could argue that no man could learn to think. After all, what are words but just thoughts made manifest using a similar medium across soundwaves?

How presumptuous to think that a mere creature could create meaningful realities by making a few sounds?
When you are a writer, prose takes on a new meaning. It is more than just prose, it is the heart beating out its thoughts into the blood of words.
When I write, it is like the deepest thoughts that get stuck somewhere in that spiritless void known as the subconscious mind.
Let your words take flight and give breath to your soul.
As a writer, I know that is all we can really do.
