Questing for Wonder

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Is it strange that the more I learn about words, the less I trust them, and the more I want to dedicate my life to their usage?

Greg: I am a weak and weary traveler, but I refuse to settle for the warmth of the hearth when there is so much wonder to discover out in the wilderness. There is so much more out there. Reality is only the beginning. Truth, glory, and majesty run wild outside the walls. Darkness and danger lie in wait, but it is worth the risk to truly live. I am no great wellspring of wisdom. Nor am I the most skilled writer to fashion thought into words. However, I like to write, and I see the world differently than you, so perhaps even my most foolish, poorly crafted words can open up something new to you. On my quest, I seek to write, to write about whatever. Perhaps I will write about matters of import; perhaps I will write about matters of little consequence. But if I can open your eyes the slightest bit, then your world just got a little bigger, and the quest continues.

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