Reading, writing, no difference Reading is outer writing Writing is inner reading When I read other people’s words, those I lack, those I admire, or in which I can reflect, I allow them to be written on my inner paper sheet. As I write, I hold the book of my soul beneath my spiritual eye and fish the letter blocks from the tip of my pen, as they slowly surface. Yet, in both cases, reality is shortened, incomplete, for a transitory good. Through learning and sharing, words combine and seep in the cracks of our craving shells, before giving way. In the meantime, the well-crafted diversion of collected sentences peacefully let the silence grow. When ink will flow along the paper hull of our origami boats when paper words will crumble down, as they all eventually do, then we shall rest on the river of silence. Franck Joseph ©FJ Sept 2018 – All Rights Reserved Articles are available as books and e-books : RECUEILS This content is made possible through your Participations Many thanks to all.