The writer is only alive insofar as he writes. One day the words will fall away and all that’s left will be experience. The thoughts that propel the idea, the motion, the action, will cease and the being will emerge.
We really are puppeteers. We come into the body and we watch the world unfold before us. Thoughts arise from the apparent “I” and move the body in one direction, create an external action, and we watch the chain of events. Come to the front, be the body, be the action, and there are no words to hit the paper, only results.
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