I recently worked in a local factory on a line. It was repetitive grueling physical work, and it made me appreciate writing all the more.
Writing is such a special thing, a blessing of life and consciousness.
The ability to communicate through symbolic designs agreed upon by a mutual understanding of people…
…not only that but through these little symbols you read, your imagination can be stoked. That you can engage with imagery brought forth in your mind, or experience a living dream conjured within.
So not only can a person write, but they can also use that writing as a tool to share stories and visions, and express so much to other people.
This is amazing.
Life is amazing.
Literature is an expression of that amazingness.