It’s imprudent to make any promises,
as a writer — even, maybe as a
human being. Who knows,
what winds will blow tomorrow.
And yet — in writing, as in love —
I think the only thing we can go by
is an unadulterated commitment to
serving the task at hand — be it
verbal, or metaphysical, or both.
For only when we approach writing
(as we do, love) from the perspective
of serving some higher power —
do we come close to transmitting,
that which is essential —
that which is, universal.
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From "Buddha's Broken Fingernail," by Daniel Viragh.
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