"Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever."
Mahatma Gandhi
Stringing marks across the paper, I feel as though I can go on forever. Images quickly take form and come alive upon the page. It is exciting, really, to transport energy into solid form as words are never ending, and thoughts will always prevail. Never about right or wrong, just the joy of being splayed.
Conviction continuously rotates as it is not intended to last forever. Considerations bounce around until they can best be joined together. Just as there are numerous words to mean the same, diverse experiences lead us to a needed domain. It is not about the birth of a word nor about its death, as the importance is found in the chain.
Pondering the existence of the written word, I realize it may live longer than any given man. Written utterances ebb and flow unrestricted by time and space ... not so true about man. Perhaps true life is in the illumination of the sacred word which calls and gathers all of the lost souls.
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