Sometimes I write and write, afraid that I will never be able to get all the stories out of me in time. In time for what? I don't know. I just feel this sense of a need to keep writing, to put things down in words even if nobody reads them.
And then I go into the other room and I pick up the book I am reading and I read the words. Right now I am reading Let Us Now Praise Famous Men. Here is a moment in time when this man's thoughts were captured just so I can read them now. I know that isn't true. Agee never had an inkling that I would one day exist and read his books, but I feel as if I am in that moment with him when he wrote them. It is like sitting next to a kindred spirit who can somehow reach through time and space, lifting the veil to become one with the present.
All my life I have dreamed of these moments and now they are here sometimes I step back and think how brightly this candle burns and how often that lovely flame, that mysterious brilliance that causes a life to look like an idyllic child's tale of once upon a time signifies a brilliant crescendo when the music is so glorious it makes my eyes water and my heart ache. A point beyond which everything else is okay no matter what it ever will be.
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