Piecing together a landscape of the past, a landscape that is Truth.
Happiness is the driving determination of the search for the pieces, the single-minded
concentration that drives one to discover. Then the wild, quiet joy when you discover the
missing piece, and, for a while, the peace of soaking in the experience of the discovery.
True joy erupts when ideas, thoughts and words suddenly sharpen into focus from a blurred
background, a focus that is familiar, a known, recognized visage in a sea of strangers.
Then the words begin to flow and the pen begins to fly, streams of words pour into oceans of
ideas, questions and arguments, delineating the contours of a narrative.
The structure of text rises and takes shape, defining itself through claims offset by counter-
claims.
Every brick in this edifice is infused with the energy of a story, an experience, a theory – all
first visualized, enacted in the mind, then solidified into the building blocks of a narrative,
carefully fitting together, their congruent edges a perfect match.
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