I Can Live Forever

"Every word written is a victory against death"

Michel Butor

Immortality has always been an enchantment, a thing of distant beauty beyond grasping, stars that I wish could be held in my hand. As far away as impossible to hold due to sheer vastness. Immortality, a gift of the gods, given only to the worthy of the human race. I desired that gift, to live forever, never to die. At first literally, it was a fantasy as a child to never have an end, see others grow old, have eternal knowledge. The fantasy was borderline sacrilegious, but it was fleeting. The latter desire was more steadfast, even the desire unto itself was eternal. It took a more figurative view on immortality, on escaping death, for even if my body is to go "From dust to dust" then perhaps my essence may linger.

"For me, writing is exploration: and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes me"

Jack Dann

The dream of immortality was never spawned from the fear of death, but more that I treasure learning and self-perfection. Time is also more valuable than gold to me, I can never get enough. Literal immortality had dodged me, that's fine, at least I have some way to last forever. It's been done before, so many people in the past, years later still live on, through their words, their actions, their cause. They found a cozy niche, an hospitable landmark of their creations to be seen by all who encounter it. Such a niche I've found, through writing. Not only, as Jack stated, does it take me anywhere I wish to travel to (or even flee to), if it is done vigilantly, with vivacity, I may to live forever.

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
Cyril Connolly

Writing is a joy, as are all of the creative arts. A way to let go, escape, find solace. It's more than a lonely place, but also where one can create and unfold new lives, through characters, or influence others through crafted words. I love writing, with it's perks, and quirks. With the people it brings with it, and the surprises that always await when sharing it with others. I seek to share it, to have to world to know. I refuse to be insipid, I shan't acquiesce. Letters are raw ores, Words refined metal, these will be melted down and crafted into masterworks of art. They will stand and be cynosures of attention, manifestations of my soul. I will be immortal.

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