I am a writer and yet I own not one word. Not own as in like a car or a house, but own as in it’s mine in a way that I can point at it and say I stand behind the spirit and intention and manifestation. Everything, in one form or another, gets reinterpreted or changed or rewritten completely. The word really is instant gratification. There is no middle person involved, no one to CLEAR these ideas with or have them sit on a shelf and wait a week or a month or a year and hope they see the light of day. It takes seconds to see if my rants/raves have currency in the marketplace of ideas.
Write, Publish, Experience.
Because some days, this here makes room and space and sanity for that there. Feel me?
Peace- DAG!
1 comment:
I don't feel you. I want to though. I think it's crazy how much different people are. I could never write something that actually makes people think. I've read this post ten times today and I still can't put my finger on what it is that is amazing. You've hit something important here.
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