Power

There is power in a pen - who knows what may come out out of it? It’s full of kinetic energy. But of course nothing will come out of it unless someone picks it up and starts writing with it. You could talk all you like about kinetic energy and all the possible possibilities, but there it lies, dormant and useless. And what if someone does pick it up, but all that comes out is a stream of rubbish.  We would have been better off with our kinetic energy.

But if we want to receive some kind of inspiration and hopefully then exude it, we have to make some kind of moves in its incoming direction, if it is incoming. Otherwise it’s like we’ll say there’s these waters of inspiration pouring down from above, but you have an umbrella raised, and the waters all deflect off onto the ground, and you don’t get wet. Maybe just your shoes. And so all you have to exude is your own self-repeating self, and ever narrowing in upon itself. You might be praised though for your consistency which would be a consolation.

 “His vision is becoming more refined.”

“Yes, the superfluous is being cast off.”

“He’s just a dried up old bore.”

“What was that?!”

“Nothing. I was just muttering to myself.”

Anyway, you’ll be glad to know this was actually written initially with a pen, before becoming pared down a bit. There’s power in the old ways.