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“Your deepest problem has to do with the act of writing. You were moved so much by men who do not write and thought that writing was an almost desperate act and not as good as simply acting wisely in the world. Socrates and Christ didn’t sit down and write much, although I hear Socrates wrote some poems before he was going to die. They did not write but enacted the spirit at a level that moves the self even thousands of years after the fact.”
“And if they can kill those two they can kill anyone.”
“A point. But the thing is you feel less than those two because you can not enact as they could but have to write.”
“I haven’t thought about it but there’s something to be said about that. But I admired so many writers from the dawn of time!”
“Ah, but you had to face yourself and not worry about all the writers from the dawn of time. That’s the point. All the writers from the dawn can’t help you face yourself as you need to make it over the final threshold.”
“Those two had the common touch because they were so absolutely confident in what they were doing. How can a writer have this common touch when he is using language as it isn’t used in the common sense of the word? Besides, all the sights and sounds today drown out the beautiful words.”
“You forget that there is a man who writes and the man wants meaning in his life and tries to keep open-ended and this is expressed through a piece of writing. It lays back there without fanfare but there it is.”
“Yes, the man, how could the man be forgotten?”
“And who knows what Socrates or Christ you may run into, even at this late date? Life is irony. Truth fulfills.
“So we start with acts and words and let vanity die into the summer trees.”
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