Process, All The Way Down

Process:

 wherever words arrive from - and then to reach the page. I am simply the process in between. There is little I do besides arrangement and this isn't a humble stance at all. I have no idea where ideas begin and gain momentum to be written. It's impossible to trace their origin and even more so to demand a reason as to how and why they find me. 

I'm just happy that they do. 

keeping this in mind, I find no reason to claim any true authorship of these words, of anything written before, and so it seems with any creative notion life has brought to me. I was a process all along. This isn't to diminish any achievement, but to only give due credit to whatever the source that delivers thoughts and ideas of their written worth.

honestly, I don't believe there is any ultimate source that holds creative origin, no muse that gives a whisper to my ear - it's process from beginning all the way down, a contingency of idea to page, and the mystery of its flow. It's why I'm always surprised by any word that finds me, incredulous of such inspiration given so freely. I am humbled to be a part of this contingency of ideas, to play my role, faithful in my wait for words. 

and this is why I take critique so lightly, offering little explanation to my writing - it's all simply an expression of the moment, a process seen through to what seems its completion. I'm a seamless point in this contingency, key to its telling and perhaps these words play a role of continued inspiration. The process just goes on from here to a readers response, creative seeds planted all the along. None of this is my doing, nothing here is claimed as my own. 

it's process all the way down. 

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Peace, Eric