Invisible Ink
You must know that this art disappears when you write about it.
To make what you desire to know understandable is to destroy any chance of understanding it. What you seek can only be received but you must be careful as having it given to you is not the same as accepting it.
Words of courage ought to vanish on contact. If the paper they are written on is blank, then the words will be like invisible ink. If not, then all that will appear will be graffiti which takes a long time to erase and is often recurring.
You cannot force the words of life with convincing adjectives and set phrases. These are otherwise known as cliches and it is a sobering thought to realise the extent to which cliches dominate life’s discussions.
Be wary of those words that make sense unless they stem directly from the source. In the art of life and death, the voice of one is not the voice of many and there ought to be cause for concern if the many are in agreement. There is only one voice and you will profit in understanding which voice to listen to.
It is easy to agree with words that appeal to secret desires. This is nothing more than fantasy, though it is from this that you can learn how desperation is often confused for imagination. From this you will understand why responsibility lies with the reader and not with the writer.
It may be that the most dangerous word is ‘but’. From this one word springs forth the language of denial. Adding desperation creates saviours and supplicants who misunderstand the power of words. In this case, the pen is just as mighty as the sword.
A collection of fine-sounding words is nothing more than a dictionary. The knowing of life and death cannot be had in definitions and any attempt to do so is a burden. It is worth mentioning that hermits need not carry much and that the spirit lives a solitary existence.
In life, as in death, the greatest collections of words are found on blank sheets of paper. These empty sheets do not look like much but in reality it would be wise to consider them as holy texts.
hmm, You Reaveled a new point of view ..
The Great fine words are in blank sheets; I think you are Right, I myself sometimes want to write about something inside me but words fool me, And then I seek not to write because it will be just a disrespect to my feelings ..
I think that words are useless if they draw attention to themselves. They ought to make you pause and think “Oh, I don’t why but… there is something there.”
I guess you could say that the words are a reminder that there are other things that are more imporant to read.