Literature creating act is lying very many things in truly mind holding thing to show in no pretence nor lie.

Then, ultimately creating act thing is kind of having multiple personality. That principle could never discriminate probably novel thing, poetry, essay or either lyrics of song. In other words, creating thing could be lavable proving act to surviving contradictory personality as our genuinely rare aspect excluding any pretence.

Creating is equivalent with gazing at another person in ourselves as one mind, then necessarily one mind, then necessarily one mind has plural aspects and features, then we creators have to express one another own personality on our daily it and at the same time, truly daily holding personality on supposed one another it.

We all are so ambivalent presence. That thing could be so ordinary truth. Just pretending to be consistent at one personality must be so our strange commonsense.

Being kept only so honest must be so seriously hard to be met for us. T hat dilemma could be composed as our general literature theme.

I am kind of you, you are kind of one of them, they are kind of us, and me either. She is kind of him, he is kind of her, she and he is kind of us, me, and them, altogether met at a stretch in any cormer.

Crossed reality only could be developed at any site. If one literature masterpieces could be successful send of some elements, one intention could be met. And at the moment, all things could be resumed at another phase of our personal stage in life.

Finite lifespan only can tell us that we have no another time to spend days so emptily, otherwise that emptiness could be satisfied moment’s nature. All aspects could be signified with our life truth.

In other words, life truth must depend on making lovable emotion, affection, in felicity, in acting so, we must discover some universally available simplicity, around practicing love.

Creating act must rely on creator’s love, gently grateful generosity.

A swan staying at pond suddenly flied away from there in a notice to me in a noon of one first term. That recollection could have driven me to write another sentences.

In time span, very periodical gap or irregularly recollective content could come up with own mind, so strangely, randomly. But that irregularity must be so habitual.

Only at these facts, word, “natural” means so much. Only knowing it, any writer could make words’ sentences, and it must be proof of what only literature means.

In other words, literature’s identity must depend on that so miraculous encounter’s creation.

Apr. 17. 18th. 2021