I’m writing random things that I think of for the reason that writing what I think is more productive than doing what I think because most of my thoughts can’t be acted but only verbalized.
I’m also going to be writing about writing because writing what’s already been written is counterproductive.
At one point when I wrote, writing what I’d written proved to be unproductive because re-writing serves as proofing, but how can I decipher truth when there’s no evidence for what’s seen?
Which in-turn begs the illusive question, what’s produced?
An auto-induced perception of deluded illustrative illusions.
So from then on I haven’t stopped writing because writing what I’m writing right now is the only thing that’s keeping me sane.
I write how I think, I write what I think, and my only fears are unknown knowns that I don’t know.
