Writing means everything—to me. It is the means to everything, and everything is the means to it. Without everything I would not have it, without it I would not have everything. Everything revolves around it, and it revolves around everything.
Make light of it, and you make light of me. Call it a "hobby" and you have deemed equally as trivial. Anchor it to worldly concerns and it will not sail as it should. Would you have me worthless; tell me its not true, its not pure, it’s a lie, a touch of evil mediocre apple-pie.
Look to see nothing when I am there and you will not see how it is everywhere. For it runs through me into everything, and it means everything—to me.
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