What happens before writing may be compared to knocking on Heaven's door.
Writing, to entering Heaven.
And seing the text before you, to feel the bliss of a Life well lived.
Because backstage are also stages as well.
And the life that happens there is immense, though we can only sense a portion while looking at the paper.
What was happening to Shakespeare and Pablo Neruda, while they were writing? Whose doors did they knock? What were they living before writing, and while writing?
We never know. But we sure know what kept them writing.
Love for it.
Sofia Morna
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