The desire to leave something behind
This is one of the reasons why people have children, but for me that is not the case, what do I love most of all things? Books and as you may have seen a flurry of posts with authors and titles, I am in the midst of a personally exciting all consuming effort to leave behind some of my favorite books, a labor of love, and other emotions which can be described as various forces of nature, the soft summer breeze, or the destructive hurricane. I'm doing therefore exactly what I want, and have no delusions whatsoever that it would mean anything to anyone else, but if there's those pages in the decades to come maybe in a world where nobody reads anymore one can have a taste of what used to be.
Everyone has a better voice so if anyone else loves books, I suggest you do the same, and leave behind a nicer record of literary greatness, but beware, it will take time, and you'll not have time for anything else except sleep and periodical eating, refreshments are necessary too else your vocal chords are shredded.
I shall rest awhile for now, and know for certain, I am not someone who belongs here anymore, I am strictly an other, just barely a human being, but thoroughly an other, existing only to leave some things behind, which consumes my whole being for the rest of my time here.
Everyone has a better voice so if anyone else loves books, I suggest you do the same, and leave behind a nicer record of literary greatness, but beware, it will take time, and you'll not have time for anything else except sleep and periodical eating, refreshments are necessary too else your vocal chords are shredded.
I shall rest awhile for now, and know for certain, I am not someone who belongs here anymore, I am strictly an other, just barely a human being, but thoroughly an other, existing only to leave some things behind, which consumes my whole being for the rest of my time here.
46-50, M