Do not tell me what you feel. I want to feel what you feel. First lesson learned in every writing workshop.
I like to have the last word in an argument. I cannot be the only one to confess to this personality trait. We may differ in opinions. The measure of success is how persuasive one can be without sliding into vitriol or emotionally violent tactics.
This is why political arguments will never end well. There may be two sides in the room but facts are not talking points. You may feel something I don’t feel. Fair game. When we are challenged to defend the truth by a dark soul consumed by angry lies, it’s time to be the better person and turn away.
Words are precious. I choose to use them as a gift. I do not have time to waste sharing them with the heart of darkness. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
“Words are finite organs of the infinite mind.” Thanks, Ralph Waldo Emerson. You nailed it.
I believe most writers envy artists. As painful as it is to concede to this truth, a picture tells a thousand words. If I could paint, I’d put my brush down now and just let the beauty of nature show you what I feel.
I will go down with -this- ship. Words are forever in flight.
Let the ink flow like waves in the ocean. The pen is mightier than the sword!