March 19, 2014
Which satisfies, most:
To read a disclaimer or contract/agreement or something?
Or, to read some wondrous story?
Or; to sit down down, blank page before, and revel in those flourishes and meanderings of your own mind, soon scorched into the white?
So: don’t call the universe ‘cold’, or ‘meaningless’
(though seduced by chaos).
Call the universe a blank page;
call yourself the pen.
By Taylor Brake