I was thinking while showering how incredibly many thoughts I have. If I told them all to you, which is impossible, it might resemble a plater the size of New York and heaps and heaps of serpentine thoughts sauced and tasting of raw Italian parmesan. ...that's a bit of introspection to digest. So, I won't tell you what I think of Barack Obama, and I won't tell you about the differences in doing a job and believing in what you do. It doesn't matter. I will tell you one thing. Introspection is worth something, but thoughtfulness on true story is better, fiction or non-fiction. It doesn't matter. It's the moral of the story. Make it make sense, and it’s of far greater worth. If we delve into me..well that may be interesting, perhaps even upsetting. But if I take you with me to explore the world around me, and with imagination; you will probably know me better then if I had ever intended to describe myself to you over pasta. I am something true, but God's world...which I fit in, is even truer. "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?" (Jer.17:9)
I'm talking about variations on theme. "Even in literature or art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed." ~C.S. Lewis-
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