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Foreword

  • Daniel Viragh
  • Nov 19, 2023
  • 1 min read

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.

All rights reserved.

 
 
 
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