Thinking is leisure and doing is seizure
Nothing is to last. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is coherent.
Our memory is volatile. Our principles are unstable. Our existence is temporary.
The only way to find ‘order’ in this both vexing and perplexing world is to contain all that that is thought and said. Thoughts can be so random that they would evaporate the second they conceptualize. Ideas can be so great that would shock the world, only to be forgotten. Feelings can be so assuring but they never stay.
Writing is a way to contain ideas from getting loose. We want to both solidify and systematize them so that they would not remain abstract or incomplete. By writing, we are giving our thoughts a shape and form. By writing, we are making ourselves understand something better.
But most writers in the world do not go beyond writing. Writing seems to be the final product of their contemplation. Like any ambitious man out there, writing is an intermediary process between thoughts and actions to me.
Ideas can conceptualize but I must make sure that they materialize as well.
