WHY DO I WRITE SO MUCH? …the moment, once gone, can only be imitated, not duplicated.

WHY DO I WRITE SO MUCH? …the moment, once gone, can only be imitated, not duplicated.

We pretend we can predict the future, but we can’t – just a little of it.  For example, these could be my very last words.

It’s not a sad thing, not really, but it drives me forward to be as clear as possible, to express difficult to express things, through the tiny hole I have here; the bandwidth and speed of the wires + radio signals is the hose and the water…. and yet I don’t have much time – life is full of stopping what you are doing because there’s something else demanding more attention. So I try to get it all out, before the fire of the dragon burns me up and what I want to say is lost.

It always comes back later on. But the moment, once gone, can only be imitated, not duplicated.

background:
[some additional thoughts on:
“*Getting ideas out is like trying to squeeze a tube of toothpaste through an unyielding pin hole to brush the teeth of a dragon before he has a chance to exhale.* -Ken, April 13, 2015 -” which some friends are discussing on a FB thread]

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