Writing is a challenge, okrylyayusche a false view of reality, which rises above the existing and the fact that they felt very existence. Compete forces with the Creator, to surpass it with just words - that's what progress is looking for a writer, dual, internally divided and overconfident sample human species, which was released outside of his nature, and who gave her the great, dizzying rise, the result is always frustrating and often and frightening. Nothing is meager words, and yet, with their assistance reached unprecedented happiness, you come to limiting the expansion of the self, when there completely alone and do not feel anyone's oppression. The highest peak, presented in short, this symbol of the fragility!
Moreover, we can, paradoxically, using irony to bring yourself to the point where it will complete its devastating effect on the very edge creates in you chills some pereinachennogo god. Words, agents of ecstasy, inside-out ... All truly tense powered by heaven and hell, with the only difference being that the first, we only dimly grasp, whereas the latter have the opportunity to see and even smell. And another unique advantage is the writer: to evade the rising to him the dangers. I often ask myself what would become of me, I lost the ability to dirty paper. Write a means to evade accusations and insults, vyblevyvat their secrets. Writer - it's crazy, best-inventions-words to heal. Over how many ills, how many threatening attacks, I took top with these dummy!
Emil Cioran
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