Let me start here, facing a blank screen - empty with a promise, inviting words, yet too its spaciousness stands alone, complete in its message. Nothing needs to be added. With coming words the capacity of a page expands. A story is told, never the whole truth for words are only symbols of a moment already gone. But the page, the screen before me has not diminished at all, its emptiness still invites, its message still complete. I love writing, but if another word never came to meet my keyboard - my message too would remain the same. I am no different than the page.
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Peace,
Eric
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