The written word is a metaphor for humanity.

It persists where letters fade, humanity persists where people age and pass away. It is our center, the core of our being. Without it, we would die. Without our humanity, we might as well should be dead.  Only using it can we achieve the impossible and only by accepting our humanity can we surpass it.

Writing is a conglomerate of every feeling we have.

Writing is love.  Writing is thinking, feeling, expressing.  Writing is hoping.  Writing is speaking.  Writing is reminiscing.  Whatever we write, we are simply living our lives in a new form.  When we write, we put into words our essence, our being, what’s on our mind and we pour a little of ourselves into the text.

If you want to learn, write.  If you want to teach, write.

If you want to live, write.  If you want to die, write.  Writing is the ultimate tool which no other can surpass.  Writing is for everyone just like loving, pursuing happiness, and contemplating life is.

Write what you want, and live how you wish because in the end, your book is the only thing you truly own.

Below are some of the random thoughts that I have found floating through my consciousness:

“Nothing you do will ever be of any significance to the Universe.”

“Humanity is only important to itself.”

“The phrase ‘as nature intended’ is a misnomer. We are all creatures fighting, killing, fucking and scheming to survive. “Nature” has no direction or intention.”

“Never trust anyone, including yourself.”

“Don’t read into anything, but consider everything with a grain of salt”

“Only date people that are more in love with you than you are them. Never marry.”

“Love every person not for who they are but for what they are – your brother or sister in the Homo Sapiens family.”

Obviously, these are not unique thoughts as pretty much all consciousness is a conglomerate of previous thoughts modified through slightly differing perspective.