It matters not what words fill the blank pages, as long as the intent behind them is one of evolution. We are never the person we were and we can never be that person again.
I love the sheer simplicity of this piece. It's a question I ask myself constinatley... Thats why I am trying so hard to try new things and grow these days.. I write for one reason. to silence the voices in my head long enough to take action in my life.
As human beings we all wish to become more then we are at any one moment, so I think the words that find their way to paper should be one that serve as reminders of who we were when we wrote them, so as to give us a point of referance of who we were, that we may see who were and can dare to dream of who we wish to become.
Ha! This is both somber but also somewhat amusing, as it describes a human condition that all of us experience from time to time. A space with absolutely nothing in it; a block, or time on our hands with nothing to do. But, philosophy has it that we need some empty space; even the noted Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran said about love "let there be spaces in our togetherness"! Look at the empty space as simply "a space in your togetherness"!!
I read that you may be referring to the Book of Life. Well welcome to my World aswell. Having been around qu9ite awhile and having collected my own few black pages, I am not troubled by it. People tend to place BLACK in an abstract negative manner in the spectrum of Life.
It maybe the opposite of White and if White was not there Black would also be absent. So! A solution I use is to write on my black pages endearing word in White and Lo there: the Black page becomes enchanted will colourfull visions because White is a composition of all the colours and Black serves a purpose and becomes then merely a condition of the mind. I also sometime wonder what to write and after a while it flows because I become still and tranqual. Joachim.
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