Beware Of The Stories You Read Or

If We Could Be Pure Dancers In Spirit We Would Never Be Afraid To Love, And We Would Love With Strength And Wisdom.

It May Be That What You Could Be Haunts You. It Is Real. It Is A Weight You Have To Carry Around. Each Failure To Become, To Be, Is A Weight. Each State You Could Inhabit Is A Burden As Heavy As Any Physical Weight, But More So, Because It Weighs On Your Soul. It Is The Ghost Of Your Possibilities Hanging Around Your Neck, An Invisible Albatros, Potentials Unknowingly Murdered.

Reading, Therefore, Is A Co-production Between Writer And Reader. The Simplicity Of This Tool Is Astounding. So Little, Yet Out Of It Whole Worlds, Eras, Characters, Continents, People Never Encountered Before, People You Wouldn’t Care To Sit Next To In A Train, People That Don’t Exist, Places You’ve Never Visited, Enigmatic Fates, All Come To Life In The Mind, Painted Into Existence By The Reader’s Creative Powers. In This Way The Creativity Of The Writer Calls Up The Creativity Of The Reader. Reading Is Never Passive.

I Held You In The Square And Felt The Evening Re-order Itself Around Your Smile.

The Nigerian Storyteller Ben Okri Says That ‘in A Fractured Age, When Cynicism Is God, Here Is A Possible Heresy: We Live By Stories, We Also Live In Them. One Way Or Another We Are Living The Stories Planted In Us Early Or Along The Way, Or We Are Also Living The Stories We Planted — Knowingly Or Unknowingly — In Ourselves. We Live Stories That Either Give Our Lives Meaning Or Negate It With Meaninglessness. If We Change The Stories We Live By, Quite Possibly We Change Our Lives.’