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The Analogy of a Life
by Steven Craig
A blank piece of paper remains a blank piece of paper until someone special decides to create a work that has a very singular meaning upon it.
It will never write its own words, or draw its own colored pictures, or have any tender meanings to anyone at all.
It will blow with the wind, fade in the sun, and will grow old, never having fulfilled its meaning in life.
No one ever looks at a blank piece of paper, no one ever saves it, and it never means anything to anyone at all.
07/28/2006 Posted on 07/29/2006
Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig
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| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/29/06 at 07:58 AM Totally enjoyed this. Only the last line I'm disagreeing with because I look at blank pages of paper and get inspired. I have a drawer full with them, all different kinds, each will serve its own purpose one day and they all are special in their own way! Good read!!! |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/29/06 at 09:21 AM How many of us exist like this paper waiting to be written on? Perhaps we should write our own book of days. Very nice I enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/29/06 at 03:16 PM I like your using a blank sheet of paper as the potential given to each of us, actually, in how we live our lives. It is certainly up to me to write upon mine. I have scratched upon it, rumpled it, tossed it now and then in exasperation, tried to erase parts, but have to say at this point, the writing process has been rewarding. Good premise, Steve. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/04/09 at 01:35 PM I love blank pper. I look at them as an opportunity to make a list, write phone numbers or write a poem. Nice write |
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