The language that never leaves our head is like colorful yarn, which endlessly spins out multicolored threads dropping into an emptiness, momentarily compacted, entangled, fascinating, and elusive We have glimpses that seem brilliant but quickly fade;. We catch sight of images that tease .
Writing that is discovery forces the capturing, retrieving, the bringing into focus these stray and random thoughts. Examing them, we form ideas that are as much about the self as about language. Indeed, writing is largely a process of choosing among alternatives from the images and thoughts of the endless flow, and this choosing is the matter of making up one's mind, and this making up one's mind becomes in effect the making up one's self. in this way writing that is honest and genuine and serious constitutes the discovery of The Self.
