O' empty parchment:

Saturated in the

Invisible ink

That is probability,

Much like the

Empty space

That surrounds us.

O' blank canvas:

Are you not the

Very embodiment

Of every word

And thought

With which this ink

May so paint?

Just as the writer is blocked from novelty by over-exhaustion,

So too is the individual blocked from greatness by fear --

The fear of stepping into and harnessing the

Light that is within and around.

Stride forth, little dreamer.

Spiral onwards,

Child of





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