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“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” - Leonardo di Vinci As a writer you always hope that you can get out all the craziness that lurks and moves around in your mind. It’s like some insane trap that swelters and festers and moves within darkness and light and finding the balance between them is like being a child in a carnival room covered with funny mirrors. It never seems to fit but you can’t seem to escape it. And yet like the unraveling piece of flimsy tape that is holding you together you find some truth in just about anything. The world is so tangled in torment and suffering and the ills of history but then once in a while you come upon something that teaches you that perhaps in your own way you can change the outcome of things that already happened. Things that changed your lives or countless others. It is horrible and beautiful and forbidden - and that is probably why most creatives are drawn to it like a bead of sweat to flesh. It forms and waits and then at the most inopportune moment it arrives - fluctuating and intrusive and yet a total release. I will be forever in awe of such things. Like a piece of art or the reality of a situation or the oddness of another or the lyrics of a song, the structure of a film. Whatever it may be - something awakens the sleeping beast within. You know that feeling - the feeling that you’re being restrained? Tight ropes ripping apart your flesh, gnawing at the surface? Emotions for a human are often placating and vindicating or isolating. For a writer, we write in the hopes that we don’t have to express certain emotions on the outside. Anger, hurt, frustration, whatever. We can mask those feelings with a simple word or phrase or simply pass the buck to a character we’ve created. It is and always will be our brilliant plan to run away and yet with countless failures, we come to find none of it works. Like everyone else we have to suck it up and find the voice that is telling us something other than what we know. The basics. It always comes down to the basics. And so, though I’m sure this particular blog is a mish-mosh of words and phrases and may not be as clean and melodic as it can be, I really love the basics. Getting to the simplest form of everything and just, well, wrapping yourself around it. So now, I get back to the most simple form of living. Strip away the luxury and the notion of wanting more and I will merely delve into a world where I start anew and find my way through the maze. There is something exquisite in looking at the world in a way where everything has potential and everything, in some form or fashion, is truly beautiful. To open your eyes to that is when you finally begin to see. Once I can do that, everything will begin to fall into place. Here’s to a new week and the beauty of the weekend passed.