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Suppose someone gave you a pen---a sealed, solid-colored
pen.
You couldn’t see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the
first few tentative words or last just long enough to create a
masterpiece (or several ) that would last forever and make a
difference in the scheme of things. You don’t know before you
begin. Under the rules of the game, you really never know .You have
to take a chance!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead
of picking up and using the pen, you could leave it on a shelf or
in a drawer where it will dry up, unused. But if you do decide to
use it, what would you do with it? How would you play the game?
Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word? Would your
plans be so extensive that you never even got to the writing? Or
would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it,
struggling to keep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of
words that take you where they take you? Would you write cautiously
and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, or
would you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen
will write forever and proceed accordingly?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life?
Death? Nothing? Everything? Would you write to please just
yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others? Would you
strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a
flourish or plain? Would you even write? Once you have the pen, no
rule says you have to write. Would you sketch? Scribble? Doodle or
draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all,
even if they were there? Or are they?
There’s a lot to think about here, isn’t there?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life…
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