Writing

Aspire you to ascend unto heaven, prepare first to descend into hell.

Heaven is truth attained; hell, but truth denied.

Art is personal, autobiographical. One’s heights may not exceed one’s depths, and vice versa. The sublimity of one’s joy cannot surpass the profundity of one’s pain. A life lived vicariously is but invention; a life without passion, devotion, adoration, sacrifice, commitment, obsession, pain, and joy – merely delusion, denied of the vigour of creation.

To write, to enthral, to enthuse, to inflame – it is imperative that one’s life is worthy of chronicle.

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