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At the end of the journey is another beginning. That of writing the story...
I have always been fascinated by The written word. That words, composed on a page have the power to transport us to another times and places. And even into other minds. I spent many hours in the local library reading book after book. On anything. Walk down an aisle, pick a book at random and read. I found much to capture my interest. There were things I had no idea even existed. Words I had never seen. Books and words became my next love, after painting. My soul's delight.
And so I have written the story of my life so far...
I now know a lot about a few things. A lot more than some people And I also know a little bit about almost every thing. Although these days it is becoming harder and harder to keep up. I begin to imagine that I know less than I thought I did, but judging by the internet - MORE, and about more things, than some three billion of my fellow citizens. Ah! The conceit of genius - but then somebody has to be right. Right?
I make up random sentences in Google – I get all there is to know.
Type any word and there it all is. What’s to know?
Here's a thought: those you forget to kill - go on to organise...
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