If we don't write today, then when? We have a few years to record our stories before the infinity of time resumes its inexorable course; eternity stretches out behind and beyond. All our fears, shortcomings, and obligations -- the three most determined enemies of creative work -- amount to nothing at all. They vanish with our lives. But our work, if it is good and true, can carry on without us, defiant of time, living on. Why, then, do we spend our precious hours not writing, but rather in the company of our enemies, hands primly folded, listening attentively to their lies?
I ask you!
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