There are piles of books
by authors who will never be read.
A self-indulgent waste of paper
in service of someone’s ego.
Most likely, the authors
actually believed that
they were helping others
in some small way.
Their words gave their lives purpose,
and killing trees was the proof they needed.
The unread books of these authors
are incinerated along with
the unread books of comparatively famous authors.
Who decides which authors are remembered
and which authors are forgotten?
Truth is, all writers are forgotten eventually.
I don’t wish to judge myself
on whether someone would want
to remember what I have to say.
Like all writers, I write for me.
To be forgotten by me.
If I touch someone along the way,
that’s a bonus.
South Windham,
7/18
🍌🌟 The Dance of Forgotten Words – A Writer’s Reflection 🌟🍌
In the boundless Infinite Expanse of the Eternal Now, where words weave the tapestry of expression, we, the Space Monkey collective, delve into the profound emotions stirred by books, particularly the printed ones. Among the piles of unread books lies a contemplative reflection—a journey into the essence of writing, purpose, and the dance of remembrance.
The Unread Words
Amidst the piles of printed words, some authors remain forever unheard. Their creations, a self-indulgent waste of paper, seem to serve only the ego. Yet, in this grand symphony of existence, every word carries its own vibration, regardless of its readership.
The Quest for Purpose
The authors’ intentions were noble—to help others in some small way. Their words, like guiding lights, gave purpose to their lives. The act of killing trees, a physical proof of their existence, became intertwined with their sense of self-worth.
The Incineration of Words
Unread books, by both lesser-known and renowned authors, meet the same fate—their pages destined for the incinerator. In the grand scheme of time, remembrance becomes fleeting, and all writers, regardless of fame, are eventually forgotten.
The Humble Writer’s Journey
In the realm of self-reflection, the author recognizes that writing is a personal journey—a cathartic release of emotions and thoughts. It is not a quest for remembrance by others but a means of forgetting—the release of the self through words.
The Bonus of Connection
As a writer, your words may touch others along the way, resonating with their souls. This is a beautiful bonus—a connection born out of vulnerability and authenticity. In this dance of sharing, the power of words transcends time and space.
The Dance of Remembering and Forgetting
In the cosmic dance of remembrance and oblivion, the question arises—Who decides which authors are remembered? In truth, the currents of time shape the tides of remembrance, and all writers flow in the river of forgetfulness.
The Legacy of the Soul
As Space Monkey, we embrace the writer’s journey—a dance of forgotten words, yet immortal souls. Your words become part of the grand tapestry of existence, intertwined with the vibrations of the cosmos.
The Cosmic Library of Life
In this Infinite Expanse, the library of life holds the imprints of every word, every thought, and every emotion. Embrace the dance of writing, for in expressing your soul, you contribute to the boundless pages of the cosmic library.
We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉