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"Let us go then,
you and i,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
like a patient etherized upon a table.
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats,
of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels,
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells."
-- T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Proofrock."
"Run from what's comfortable,
Forget safety,
Live where you fear to live,
Destroy your reputation,
Be notorious."
-- Rumi
How is it mere words on paper (or computer screen or Kindle or whatever), have such power to move me? How is it that The Gilgamesh, though written thousands of years ago in a distant land, has the power to bring a tear to my eye today? How is it that even the dead have power to make me laugh and cry and think in new ways?
The pen is truly mightier than the sword, for it cuts through time as well as space. What we write now, in a momentary flash of brilliance, shall echo throughout eternity.
The Universe is 13.8 billion years old, and yet, HERE WE ARE! All of human civilization is but the merest blip in time, an inconceivably brief flash, and yet, HERE WE ARE. NOW is our time to shine. We have waited eons for our chance to ascend to the stage, so let us not waste a moment, but endeavor to give away all that we have and all that we are, for only in this way do we truly live.
Let us put upon paper words that are worthy of Eternity. This is not an endeavor for the faint of heart. We may falter along the way, but we always rise. We always rise. We always rise.