Writing

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road," 1892

    Plato said that, "Thinking is the mind talking to itself." Then, writing must be the mind talking to others. Through words, our mental mumblings and reflections set themselves into symbols of universal understanding, to be shared.

   Writing is a crystallization process. Through the pen, the liquid chaos of thought is condensed into the solid structure of a word, a sentence, a page. Though no man can own a common word, he can arrange and orchestrate a group of them and put his name to them forever.